Dandelion Milk – a story from the past

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Dandelion Milk - a short story on how memories from the past enhance our today, by Funky Junk Interiors via FOLK


I was fortunate enough to grow up on a 40 acre dairy farm. Surrounding us were fields of lazy animals grazing in pasture, tall cornstalks that roamed forever, and ‘the dandelion yard.’

This dandelion yard was actually a huge patch of grass beside our rambling old farmhouse, that was large enough to be designated as a little pasture. When we had the time, we kept it mowed to emulate a pretty yard.

But it was MUCH more interesting when it became a wild, overgrown forest of tall grass, unrelenting weeds in full bloom, and, you guessed it, those dandelions!

Dandelion Milk - a short story on how memories from the past enhance our today, by Funky Junk Interiors via FOLK


The overgrown lawn was always perfectly squishy soft for barbie doll play. Those girls loved to walk through the grass and pick petals to throw in their hair for their big night out. But the dandelions also became known for something much more important.

Dandelion milk!


Dandelion Milk - a short story on how memories from the past enhance our today, by Funky Junk Interiors via FOLK


I basically grew up with my niece and nephew, spending many hours at my place. One of our favorite adventures was sitting outside in the dandelion yard, picking the blooms, twisting the slimy stems into bracelets and flicking the bright yellow flower heads high into the sky.

But one day I had a brainstorm.  I picked a dandelion, held out the picked tip and handed one to both Brenda and Brad.

“This is dandelion milk! It’s really good!”

Both kids looked at me with those trusting eyes, and eagerly grabbed a stem, giving it a go. The bitterness immediately took effect and they both sputtered and frowned.

“This isn’t good!”

“Ewwwww, YUK!”

“It gets better later! Here, try again!”

Fully trusting, me, they got a double dose. And then clued in. I was so busted.

Dandelion Milk - a short story on how memories from the past enhance our today, by Funky Junk Interiors via FOLK


40 years later, this small, somewhat unforgettable story still comes up in conversations  when we’re together. Full throttle laughter and friendly nudges back and forth have us feeling like we were right back there in the field challenging each other to fall in love with dandelion milk once again. Oh the things we do as kids!  Funny how little stories like these can bring a family just that much tighter later in life.

Next time you’re with a loved one, I challenge you to conjure up a funny story from way back. Remembering the smallest of things from the past are sure to make your present even sweeter. Here’s to the power of your own dandelion milk stories!

What funny little story from the past comes to mind for you? I’d love to hear it!


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45 Responses to Dandelion Milk – a story from the past

  1. I recall as a small child, convincing the neighbor girl that my mud pie was just as good as chocolate pie and she needed to “have a bite.”. She took a BIG bit. I’ll never forget her mud covered tongue sticking out while trying to wipe off the gritty yuck. She was mad for a few days, but got over it, as most kids do. We moved away and lost touch, then I later learned that she passed on from a car accident, but I keep lots of memories of her & I as kids.

    • Donna says:

      I remember that taste! It’s quite amazing how we all had the same recipe.. haha! Great story and funny memory. Sorry for the passing of your dear friend.
      FJ Donna

  2. Christie says:

    What a great story! And I love the mud pie story above, too. One of the stories that comes to mind for me is when my brother and I laid grass clippings across the road in a thin line in front of our house at twilight and then stood on either side like we were holding a rope. A car came by and we acted like we were pulling up the rope. Needless to say the driver was not amused and got out and yelled at us. That, of course, brought our parents out of the house and they yelled at us too. All that anger put a damper on our prank pulling. Thanks for the opportunity to enter the giveaway and good luck with the new publication. cabjuhasz@gmail.com

    • Donna says:

      Haha, I can relate to the yelling driver! I use to have a silly little dog that ran after BIG car tires… drivers hated her but boy could that little girl run and bark. :)
      FJI Donna

  3. Holly says:

    Oh my! Too funny! And I am super excited that I will get to know more of you on this blog! Yay for spreading your wings!!!

  4. Lynn says:

    I love the story and you had me to the end. I kept thinking how can that milk be any good. I was the oldest so you know I have a few meanie stories. My younger sister ate a few mud pies. Poor baby sis was always wanting to please; she always grinned and said it was good. We also used daisies as eggs and the pods on a formosa tree…we canned them and used them for green beans…oh and the trips we would take in the junked out car that set on the edge of the field.

    I really enjoy your blog.

  5. D says:

    I have been following your blog for a while and just love it. You are so inspiring with your reflections on life and your awesome creative projects! Your photos are gorgeous too. After reading your email this morning, I happily checked out Folk, thinking if you are a part it has to be good. I pinned, went to the blog and glad I did, looks awesome. I would love a yearly subscription.

    My little story: I was very shy when I was a kid so I didn’t pull any pranks, I got them!!
    One day our neighbors had a nephew come visit who was 10 to my 5. He must have been very bored so he entertained himself by messing with our heads. A couple of us kids were eating apples when he informed us that we were going to grow an apple tree inside of us. If we inadvertently swallowed a seed, it would take root because after all we had surely ingested enough dirt in our lifetime for a seed to take hold and grow. The small tree would find the light and grow out of our ear. What a visual that was! Well I did’nt believe him but then he was older….perhaps he did know
    something I was not aware of? I must say I was careful to avoid swallowing seeds for a long time, and through the years have often thought of how powerful the art of persuasion is.

  6. Karen says:

    Thanks for sharing Donna . i was unaware of the blog. but know of the Mag. Glad to have the blog in my in box now.
    As kids we used to dare each other to put our tongues on nine volt batteries and eat dog bicuits and lots and lots of other crazy things. Oh we still dare as adults too!
    I look forward to hearing more of your stories

  7. I love how we never get tired of hearing those fond old stories of yesteryear. Thanks for sharing Donna.

  8. Such a cute, funny story Donna! Most of my childhood stories involve my brother and sister and cousins picking on me since I’m the baby! So I probably won’t be sharing those any time soon! LOL

    So excited for this new blog. What a fabulous collection of writers!!!

  9. Lorrie says:

    Wonderful story! and it brought back many memories, thanks for a trip to past…Love your writing!

  10. I was usually the one getting duped! My cousin took me hiking through the woods to find a “waterfall” that he has seen in the winter. When we tried to find it again it was the middle of Summer in Alabama so we got lost and finally found our way back out of the woods covered in poison ivy and mosquito bites. Not fun times. I still hold a grudge over him about that!

  11. Vanessa says:

    I just love this Donna!! Those childhood memories are so precious and I never look at a dandelion without feeling like a kid again. Thank you so much for sharing this story and the gorgeous photos with us! :-)

  12. Laurie Forbes says:

    I grew up mostly on a 150 acre cash crop & beef cattle farm, so although I’ve never ‘warmed up’ to cold snowy winters (here in Canada), I was always thankful when they did come. It meant that there was far less work to be done! ;) But now that I live in a city, I am even more thankful for my memories; wide open fields, deer roaming across the lawn, the sound of the wind in the pines, the birds’ arrivals and departures marking the seasons, homemade anything… *sigh*
    Thanks for your fantastic blogs and all the work that must go into them!

  13. Sandra Shake says:

    Glad to see a new blog. Many of the contributors are from blogs I regularly view so I know they have a lot of similar tastes. I grew up in a rural community in Indiana. I love JUNK! I love yard sales, thrift shops, and all types of crafts. I love recyling, repurposing, etc., junk including furniture, country decor, etc. I also enjoy writing stories about trips to my grandparent’s farm, the cream and egg station owned by my other grandparents, and growing up in a little town in Indiana. Your blog and magazine sounds like home to me! I look forward to visiting and reading often. Thanks so much!

    Commented, pinned, visited FOLK blog, I’s love to win a subsription!!!!!

  14. Elizabeth says:

    Really not sure where to enter the contest, will give it a try here. Subscription for me if I were to win. I shared on pinterest and left comment, I visited the new blog & left comment.

  15. Joy2Journey says:

    How fun to find you over here! I love reading what you write and there are things that I never knew about you. (Not that I would know all that much. LOL I am not a blog stalker!) Good for you and the magazine for seeing your talent!

  16. I love this story, Donna! I’m picturing their faces when they tasted the “dandelion milk” lol I can remember spending hours making dandelion necklaces and bracelets with Vanessa. It was fun to walk down memory lane with you, and so honored be a co-contributor with you here at FOLK!


  17. Debbie from WBL says:

    Great story! My 2 older sisters used to bury things in our back yard and have me “dig to China”. I was so excited to get closer as I would find little toys!

  18. Tiffany says:

    Love this story!!! So adorable and hilarious! :)

  19. Kim L. says:

    I was a thumb sucker until (ahem, cough, cough 6th grade). I always hated when I had been picking dandelions and forgot… YUCK! My sister, brother and I were all born in less than three years and I was the youngest – and most gullible of the three!

  20. Nancy says:

    It’s so fun to read other people’s stories about what they did as kids. I have a story to share, but I don’t want to gross everyone out so I’ll just tell you it involved me, my little brother whom I was taking care of: he was probably 4 and I was 9, a tradition of Thursday nights being spaghetti night, and a Thursday morning after a spring rain when the worms come out to enjoy the wet cement driveway. It was way to tempting! Earthworms look just like spaghetti ;)

  21. I love it and I’m having fun reading your comments, too! Hugs! Lavender Dreamer…Diane

  22. Veda Loca says:

    Your story reminds me of the Wish Flower Game that was played on me, nt when I was a kid, but by a bf in my 20′s! You pull the stem off a big, fluffy wish flower. You give stem to your victim, turn around and tell them to hide it somewhere. Turn back around and take the flower part and kinda scan it around them “looking” for the stem. Then you say, “it’s in your mouth, open your mouth”. Then you throw the fuzzy wish flower into their mouth! Eeooww.

  23. Débora says:

    Beautiful your story!
    I remember having only six years old, I took the scissors and cut thehair to my little sister just 4 years old. My mother almost had a stroke! but then he said, “It’s not been so bad!” We always laugh about with my sister!

  24. Thistle says:


    Love this story! No one ever said dandelions were tasty :) I can remember picking flowers and making crowns and pretending we were princesses!

    Have a great day!

  25. Donna – oh the things I concocted for my friends – including a delicious pickle juice mixed with everything condiment in the fridge! Maybe a dandelion would have been the perfect swizzle stick for that cocktail!

  26. katey says:

    Donna, I thought only big brothers did mean things like that! :) My brother tricked me into eating cat food telling me it tasted like a donut. That was back when the friskies bag was turquoise and the cat food DID look like a donut. It was nasty. I can still remember him saying. You ate it. You really did!! Katey

  27. Diana Lorenz says:

    Loving the new content and look of Folk, and so great that you are a contributing editor. You do such great stories and writing. Well done!! Looking forward to reading all of the Blog all the time.

  28. Such a great story, Donna, and the accompanying photos are gorgeous! My older brother was always pulling tricks on me. Well, one day he was riding his horse and I stepped out from the barn with a cardboard box over my head. The horse was spooked and reared up, causing him to fall off and consequently break his arm. When my parents asked what caused it, he never ratted me out. They never knew the truth until many, many years later. You are right-these family stories just draw you closer!

  29. Myna says:

    I love old stories! Family reunions and class reunions are great to relive those old fun stories!

  30. Shannon Fox says:

    Those memories definitely become much sweeter with time. Can you imagine if we never had adventures how boring life would be? I want to have stories to tell!

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  37. Lady Catherine says:

    Dandelions! Boy oh boy does this story remind me of the dandelion field at my grandmothers house. She would take her grand girls out to the field with her to pick the dandelion greens for salad with dinner. Each flower was picked and saved as well with its long stem. She kept us busy in the kitchen while she cooked making dandelion chains as necklaces, angel crowns and bracelets. We were to dress up for dinner and wear our “jewels”… How sweet are the memories!

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