Drew,
That's pretty neat
thanks. And I have a big box to go...
note one pound butter "prints".
This reinforces the family lore that my grandfather (the Brother) sold out to
Borden in 1928 at the proverbial top of the market because he did not want to have to invest in the
machinery to take those one pound blocks of butter apparently called prints
and make the original quarter pounders. So some time in the late twenties or early
thirties those quarter pound sticks of butter came into the market.
but a
print? I guess I'll start Googling.
Trying to scan as much as I can, the interesting stuff, way too much in total, my grandfather had a love affair with
the camera it seems, remember the Brownie Box Cameras?
The pictures of Rockwood Farm, the farm I grew up on, just take me back in time. Picking granite rocks all day long behind a farm wagon over every foot of 30 acres of fields. Hand raking a quarter mile long gravel driveway with incessant potholes using a heavy steel rake. Those potholes grew, like the rocks grew in the fields. And I was the youngest of three brothers and oh did I learn what the low end of the totem pole was like...

I remember a huge amount of hard work, like hard work in itself was valuable. My grandfather was always pointing his cane at something he wanted attended to.
This is where my brothers learned good delegation skills, remarkable how many jobs got assigned to me. Low man on the totem pole.