My Uncle (may he rest in peace) used to work and live on a Dairy Farm. He would milk the cows in the morning and at night. We used to go visit on the weekends as there were as many of his kids as there were of us, so we loved going to play with them. At Suppertime, my Aunt would send the oldest cousin down to the Milking Barn with a Metal Pitcher. ( I will never forget that pitcher as I had never saw a metal one before.) We would watch our Uncle put the suction cups on the cows who were eating feed to occupy them while they were milked. We could see the milk go through the glass tubes around the room and into a big Steel Vat. This is where my cousin would dip the huge metal pitcher inside and come up with the raw milk filled with cream and all. Those were the good old days.