This brought back lots of memories. Growing up we had a cow and separated the milk. Mother used the cream as her bartering tool. The town seamstress really liked cream and made lovely dresses for us in exchange.

It took quite a while and a bit of muscle to work the separator but the worse part was washing it. There was about 25 little parts that stacked together and each had to be washed individually. Mother checked up on us to make sure it was done properly. If I had a choice of the two jobs I would do the turning and Marie would have to wash it.