I still have such fond memories of the milk man. Nothing today compares to those glass bottles full of fresh milk with the cream on top. Ours delivered eggs, butter, cottage cheese and probably a few other dairy products too. The egg nog at Christmastime was the best! Leaving the empty bottles in the milk box beside the front door with a note in one containing the next day's order was recycling at its best. Now that you can have your groceries delivered to your home after placing an order online, I say bring back the old-fashioned milk man! via
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We never had a milk man living in a small, rural town, Rosemary :( I always loved seeing him come on the Andy Griffith show, tho :) We had Avon and Jewel Tea that came to the door, tho.
We too had a milk man and I just noticed that a flyer was left at my daughters's new house for one. I hope they aren't too pricey to make a comeback. And as you said, recycling at its best!
Rosemary,
I have been away and just read about your Mothers passing. I am so very sorry for your loss. What a wonderful relationship you had with her and I am sure you will always have her in your heart. What a beautiful post. My prayers are with you.
Sincerely, Regina
Our milkman came in through the backdoor (unlocked except if no one was home or at night) and walked through the kitchen and put the milk into the refrigerator. Can you imagine that today?! Although, I know my usual UPS man so well that I can imagine him bringing my packages in and setting them on the counter. I doubt he's allowed though.
I remember our milkman all the time I was growing up. His name was Herbie.
I remember the milkman. It hasn't been so long ago we had milk delivered once a week.
Ack! Me, too! I never had a milkman growing up, but sure could use one now! I have a lot of kids and it seems we are ALWAYS out of milk!
When I was a very little girl and my family lived on the south side of Chicago, in our neighborhood of apartment buildings was the route of the last horse-drawn milk wagon in the city!!! The horse was black and gentle and pulled the wagon down the alley where my father and I would wait for him with lumps of sugar and carrots. Mind you, it was the LAST horse-drawn milk wagon in the city.
Linda
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