Alright, let me tell you about this little thing I did recently. The name Thompson Gold Dust Dairy popped into my head, maybe I saw it on an old map or something, I can’t quite recall. Anyway, it stuck with me.
So, I figured, why not see what’s up with it? Had a free Saturday, nothing better to do. First thing, I jumped online, typed it in. Found bits and pieces, you know, mentions here and there in some old local news archives, but nothing solid. No website, obviously, probably gone ages ago.
That just made me more curious. I had a rough idea of the area it was supposed to be in, out past the old bridge on County Road 5. So, I hopped in the truck and just started driving out that way. It’s been a while since I was out there, lot’s changed, but some parts still feel the same, you know?
Digging Around the Old Spot
Took me a bit, driving slow, looking for any signs. Found this old stretch of road, mostly new houses now, but there was this one plot, kinda overgrown, with a crumbling stone foundation barely visible through the weeds. Could that have been it? Hard to say for sure.
I pulled over near a small corner store, the kind that’s been there forever. Went in, got a coffee, and just casually asked the guy behind the counter, older fellow, if he ever heard of the Thompson Gold Dust Dairy.
His eyes lit up a bit! He remembered it from when he was a kid. Said they used to deliver milk in glass bottles, real thick cream on top. Didn’t know much about what happened to it, just that it closed down maybe 40, 50 years back. He pointed vaguely back towards where I saw that old foundation.
So, I walked back over there. Didn’t go poking around on the property, didn’t want to trespass. But I stood there for a while, just looking at those old stones. Tried to imagine what it looked like back then. A real working dairy.
Didn’t find much else. No gold dust, that’s for sure. Just the satisfaction of tracking down a little piece of local history, putting a place to a name that caught my interest. It wasn’t much, just a weekend thing, but it felt good to connect the dots, even if the picture wasn’t complete. Just one of those things you do, right?
