The following excerpt is from Gayle Anderson’s blog, “A Glorious Life of an Idaho Farmwife.” Anderson is married to a fourth generation wheat and bean farmer. One of the reasons that I blog is to put a face on the people (like us) who raise the food that America eats. We have a joke around here that farmers never quit farming until they die.

Badger State license plates say it all, don’t they? Well, in my milky memory, they certainly did in a small, sedate Wisconsin village because, from the very first to the very last day of every June in honor of “Dairy Month” in Wisconsin, two tiny banks in one torpid town – the Farmers State and the First National – provided gratuitous white and chocolate milk to any man, woman or child who lollygagged into either FDIC-approved savings and loan.