To the editor: The current article on uncooked milk jogged my memory of a 1937 letter my grandmother wrote to her sister a couple of journey she took from Los Angeles as much as japanese Oregon, the place her household had lived from 1898 to 1908 (“More than three dozen bills supporting raw milk are in state legislatures,” Might 3). Right here is an excerpt:
“After miles of desolate sage desert, having a bizarre magnificence all its personal, we stopped at Tom’s Camp for lunch, [run by] a cantankerous outdated fellow who didn’t know the Civil Conflict was over and who nonetheless offered milk by dispensing every [serving] from a big container with a pitcher. Had I been the one who went in, I wouldn’t have purchased any for concern of typhoid. Nevertheless, [my husband] Ray didn’t understand how prevalent it was in that a part of the nation and didn’t inform me how the milk was dealt with till we had used it (fortunately nobody had any unhealthy results).”
I discover it extraordinarily unhappy that folks in the present day are rejecting science. In my years of family tree examine, I’ve seen that earlier than the Nineteen Thirties, virtually each household misplaced at the very least one baby or younger grownup to ailments or infections.
Alex Magdaleno, Camarillo
