To the editor: The latest article on uncooked milk jogged my memory of a 1937 letter my grandmother wrote to her sister a few journey she took from Los Angeles as much as japanese Oregon, the place her household had lived from 1898 to 1908 (“Greater than three dozen payments supporting uncooked 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 previous fellow who didn’t know the Civil Conflict was over and who nonetheless bought milk by doling out 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 know the way 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 as we speak are rejecting science. In my years of family tree research, I’ve seen that earlier than the Thirties, nearly each household misplaced not less than one little one or younger grownup to ailments or infections.
Alex Magdaleno, Camarillo
