Memories of Tews Dairy began, for me, as a young child. Dad would ask if I’d like to ride along to the farms to pick up milk on Saturdays; I never said no. My father was a tease — he always honked the horn and waved at cows, horses and imaginary farmers in the fields. We had a wonderful time, but I also learned that the milk we collected from the farms formed the foundation of our dairy...

















