Another picture of the interior of the main barn.

Danns Dairy, I will guess 1940 until someone tells me for sure. The road is US 15.

A formal portrait of the main dairy barn.

Horsedrawn rubber- tired milk trucks used during the war when gasoline was unavailable.

The milking parlor which was constructed in conjunction with the new barn after the fire. Intead of the milkers bringing the equipment to the stanchioned cows, the cows came to the milkers. This was a big change, and Bob was at the forefront of it.

Part of a dairy advertisement

The dairy bar was on the road side of this building and the milk processing and bottling was done in the rear section.

Bob and Helen's original house, accross from the dairy. There were several houses accross the road from the dairy, stretching north and south of it. All eventually became homes for dairy employees. Bob built at least one double house among them, and my notes state that the sand from the cellar excavation was fine enough to be used for the plaster walls.

All of these houses were demolished along with the remaining dairy buildings a decade after the dairy was closed by the construction of the Route 15/17 interchange.

Even now (2007) the floors are visible as you walk where the dairy bar and milk plant once stood. From the floor tile material and different patterns and markings upon it, you can see where walls once stood and where equipment once was located. I have visited the site several times since the 1980s; sometimes just to walk among the weeds and brushy trees growing through the cracks in the concrete, and sometimes to grab a souvenir.

I have carefully pried up several of the red floor tiles from the dairy bar, and I have brought home many periennial flowers that I found among the old home sites. As I walk the old grounds though I am saddened by the changes.

The dairy was a community. People lived there and worked there. Ther made a product that was real and tangible, whether it was a bale of hay, a gallon of ice cream, or anything in between. Dairy reunions were held for twenty years after the dairy was closed. As I stand amidst the ruins, I look all around and see people streaming in and out of the big stores, queing up to spend money on things made in China.

The same house, abandoned and awaiting demolition.