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One of the strongest memories among older patrons is the sprint to town to unload milk. Country roads became veritable racetracks. Cars were lined up and down the street every day. "When you hauled your own milk, you had to wait in line and set the cans up," reminisces third-generation patron Fred Olson, 59, of Westby, who has sent his milk to the Creamery for 31 years. "Someone would pound up the covers, dump the milk in and weigh it. It took time needed back on the farm."
According to second-generation patron Walter Johnson, 67, of Westby, avoiding extra long waits meant maneuvering in front of the milk truck when on the road. "We hauled our own milk with a pickup," he says. "If you saw the truck, you'd get around it some way or another." The Johnson farm, originally owned by Westby Creamery pioneer Theodore Saugstad, has sold milk continuously to the cooperative for 100 years.
"Going to town was a luxury," adds Carla. "Once in a while we'd get to go along to the creamery, and maybe stop for a 5-cent ice cream cone."
Westby,
Wisconsin.
Second-generation patron Walter Johnson helps his dad load milk
back in 1950.
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