The Milk Stool

It was sometime around 1960, my Dad burned his foot by tripping over a bucket of boiling water... water he was planning to use to clean the feathers off a chicken destined for the evening's dinner. Here he is resting on the front porch with his leg propped up ... note the brown stool under his foot. He built that stool to use in milking cows. I am so pleased to have that same stool in my new home.