Though it wasn’t much to look at, its butter was out of this world. But watch out if the boiler blew!
by CAMPBELL CORK
Farmers would come from all around to the Holstein Creamery for buttermilk to feed their hogs. Such was the case one well-remembered day in the 1940s when Bill Calder came with his team of horses and wagon. While waiting for the container to fill, Bill and creamery owner Rube Treleaven got into a hot argument as to who would win that night’s hockey game. Suddenly the whistle on the creamery boiler blew, signalling it had reached 80 pounds pressure. Away went the horses with Bill in hot pursuit, the buttermilk spewing everywhere up the main street.