Twelve Cows and We're In Clover - George Rehm, 1951.
Twelve Cows is a weird mixture of how-to manual, collection of reflective essays, autobiography, and fish-out-of-water comedy. We get pages of calculations on how many cows, yielding how many pounds of milk, are required to break even, followed by stories of specific bovine personalities and detailed descriptions of mouth-watering breakfasts and dinners (if this were published today, it would certainly include recipes!) Rehm gives a vivid account of his Sisyphean struggles with water in the winter. Poor drainage near the barn creates a river of ice that gradually engulfs the entrance and has to be chipped away every morning, and the pipes bringing drinking water to the cows freeze up and need to be blowtorched. I identified the most with this section, as I've dealt with both those situations under the same arctic conditions he was experiencing.
When we first moved to Susquehanna County, it seemed like every guy we saw had a moustache. Not so in Rehm's time:
"What do you do?" he asked.
"I'm a farmer."
"What? No farmer ever had a moustache like yours," he barked back.
My moustache is a fair-sized growth and the ends turn up slightly, contrary to the local fashion for the few moustaches encountered...
"Change that to 'No moustache ever had a farmer like me,'" I answered, "and I'll agree."