Posted on 03/25/2015 9:31:45 AM PDT by apoliticalone
That one is popular in Japan, and sometimes the moms.arrange for them to sorta fake a toddler collection attempt.
Im serious!
Heck! I remember the ice man who was still calling upon my grandmother's neighbors during WWII. His name was Tony and he spoke with an accent. When Grandma said she was fixing dinner and using "paprika", I accused her of "talking like the ice man". The kids in the neighborhood used to chase his truck, and he would throw us chips.
Regarding the milkman, do you remember that little fan-like sign that you would put into the neck of the empty bottles you were returning? You could pull out different spokes to tell the milk man what you wanted him to leave -- cream, buttermilk, etc.
Of course milk was not homogeonized during WWII. My grandmother would pour off the cream from the top of the bottle and save it. When she got enough, she'd put it in a mayonnaise jar, and it was my job to roll it around on the floor until it became butter. That didn't take long on a hot day (no AC during WWII).
WOW. This brings back memories. I remember back in elementary school the highlight of the week was when the garbage men came to get the bins. All the kids would run to the fence and watch.
Right. Now that they have the automatic lifts and the back support girdles, the harm done to the men’s backs is a lot less. And my cousin’s husband and son work for a national company so they get decent pay and basic health benefits.
When I was a little kid, one of our neighbors worked as a garbage man. We all thought he was pretty cool, yes, even the girls, because he got to drive a big, noisy truck all over town. Now, I find garbage trucks annoying when they wake me up early in the morning on Tuesdays. How times change.
Back in the 80s they were mostly lift and dump garbage cans. Trailer parks were the worst because you ran the whole distance.
Still one of the most dangerous jobs. A lot of garbagemen get hit by cars.
Now that was special, a special delivery to Carson. To bring joy to a child, well, it brings tears to these old eyes.
“Heck! I remember the ice man who was still calling upon my grandmother’s neighbors during WWII.”
An ice man came around to Mom’s house until the 1940’s. That crept into our vocabulary - to this day, my family calls that kitchen appliance an ice box, not a refrigerator. I remember we had a milk man come around until the 1960’s.
“follow the mosquito spray truck on our bikes”
That was something to look forward to every summer, sometimes twice. They would fog the trees, and the trees would sway in the chemical breeze. One of the few true examples of our taxpayer dollars at work.
Kids today don’t know what they’re missing.
If you live around Frederick County, Maryland, you can still have a milkman.
http://southmountaincreamery.com/home
If you’re in Texas you can probably find one, too. They have everything in Texas.
For years we’d drive to South Mountan every Saturday for milk and Ice cream. Now we get it from the country store who get it from a PA. Dairy.
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