My grandparents came to town at least once a week and they would always bring us a gallon of buttermilk. My Mama Greer had plenty of milk from her two cows. She churned the milk and removed the butter leaving buttermilk. Living in the country in those days without electricity made it difficult to keep the milk from spoiling. She would put it in gallon jugs and lower them into the water of the well to keep them cool. She would always bring a gallon to us and to my Aunt Rachel who also lived in Fayetteville. Mother and Daddy worked hard just to make ends meet and the buttermilk was a welcomed addition to our table. I learned to love buttermilk. I drank a glass for dinner or supper and sometimes in between with a slice of onion and some cornbread. It’s funny how you can learn to like something so much. Even today I would choose a glass of buttermilk over a chocolate shake any time. If you were not raised on buttermilk, you probably don’t like it, but it’s good for you. As an adult I learned it’s low in fat, high in potassium, vitamin B12 and calcium. Buttermilk is more easily digested than whole milk making protein and calcium more easily taken up by the body. That’s not why I enjoy it so much. but I’m just glad it’s not harmful. My dad’s twin brother, Uncle Earl, lived to be over 90. For many years he ran a barber shop on the court house square. He had a glass of buttermilk with cornbread every evening for supper. I’m not sure this had anything to do with his long life but he was always in good health and had a razor sharp mind.