My mother grew up on a farm and drank unadulterated milk from the cow she milked, when old enough, and she always gave us whole milk. My wife' s parents also grew up on a farm and got raw milk and always gave their kids whole milk. My sister is one of those whackos that gave her kids 2% and not to long ago my mother made a comment to her about people giving kids 2% milk and my sister got all huffy and said she gave her kids 2% and they turned out OK, my mom didn't miss a beat and told her yes but think how much better they could have been 
That's right.
There ain't a single day of my life that I don't appreciate my old man's choice in marrying a Kansas farm girl... And eventually moving us away from Chicago and out to this marvelous land in the Rockies.
With Mamma's sensibilities, even when we were in Chicago we were getting raw milk and farm fresh meat and greens. We'd make weekly trips down to South Holland for dairy and out west of the city somewhere for vegetables when in season.
I remember rolling cream back and forth on the floor, my sister and me, making butter in a half gallon mason jar. I remember snapping beans and shucking corn on the front porch of that house in the city. There was a storm cellar in the basement, lined with shelves, and that's where she put up canning from our garden, and the bulk she bought from farmers.
It has always been so in our house... When we came out here it just quit being weird, because everybody out here does the same.
