A reader commented that she loved my calf's name, Jody. Therein lies a story.
In 1962, the corrugated box plant (Alton) where my dad was employed moved from North Kansas City, Missouri, to Blue Springs. At that time, Blue Springs was a small town east of Kansas City, not the metropolis it's become today.
My parents bought a house just outside the city limits of the little town, about a half-mile up the road from Adams' Dairy. There was a rental property across the road that belonged to a retired doctor in Kansas City, a Dr. Gilkey, who had bought it as an investment. The old two-story house there was occupied by various renters for a long time; the surrounding pasture that went with the property sat vacant most of the time, except for a brief period when a man rented it for his horses.
Finally both the house and pasture became available to rent, and my parents sold their house and moved across the road to the Gilkey place. They were renters once again, but they had a wonderful back-to-the-land period in their lives. Daddy put out huge gardens, with my mother canning, drying, and freezing everything she could possibly raise. A local butcher, Richard Dent, told them they could have his three-quartered Holstein cow to milk if they would supply his family of six with milk.
I think the half-angus calf this Holstein gave birth to was Jody, one of the cows we eventually bought from my parents.
One of my mom's Avon customers had a couple of bred dairy heifers they had raised from babies, and my parents bought them: Their names were Beauty and Suzy; Beauty was Guernsey, and Suzy was some sort of mix of Guernsey, Jersey, and/or Brown Swiss.
Those two cows also gave birth, and there must have been some others around, too.
Because I remember why my mother named that group of calves as she did.
Her favorite TV show that year was "A Family Affair", starring Brian Keith and Sebastian Cabot. So she named the calves that year after the characters: Uncle Bill, Mr. French, Buffy, and Jody.
On the show, Jody was a little boy, but my mom paid no attention to that, and named the Holstein cow's little black heifer Jody.
The first milk cow we bought from my parents was Suzy; the second was Jody.
I named my new calf Jody just for these memories, because she bears no resemblance to the first Jody at all.
That old Gilkey place still sits empty, growing weeds. It has to be worth a fortune, and I can't help wondering who owns it and why they've never sold it during a real estate boom and made millions. Hmmm, we're going to Blue Springs today. Maybe I'll take a picture or two.
Oh, and Adams' Dairy is no more, but all over Blue Springs you will find roads and housing additions and shopping plazas with "Adams Dairy" incorporated into their names.