We used to have milk deliveries up until about 1975. We had a big family so the milk-man would com twice a week. The local dairy even gave us a small, open-top refrigerator for the milk
He would park his truck at the end of the driveway, and we could hear him whistling as he walked to the door. He would walk right into the kitchen without knocking, while we kids were eating breakfast. He would say hello to everyone, unload the milk, and walk out again.
We kids didn’t find it strange at all
We used to have milk deliveries up until about 1975.
I remember the milkman but we had a metal box outside and would leave a list. He brought milk, butter, ice cream and all that. I’d often check ice cream on the list after my parents put it out so they had to take it. lol
I also remember the postman would take our dogs in his truck around out block. They loved riding with him. It was truly a simpler world and different time.
We had a soda man, bringing us a case of Elm City soda every couple of weeks. My parents had a Charles Chips Potato Chip/Pretzel route.
My folks had a Western Orange Juice delivery to the house every week. We had a little built-in cupboard next to the side door that the driver would put the new bottle in and remove the used one. I think it cost about $1.85 a week.
He [The milkman] would park his truck at the end of the driveway, and we could hear him whistling as he walked to the door. He would walk right into the kitchen without knocking, while we kids were eating breakfast. He would say hello to everyone, unload the milk, and walk out again. We kids didn’t find it strange at all.
The standard joke would be that he (or the mailman) was the father of at least one of the kids.
