When I was growing up in the 1950's moms stayed at home, and dads went to work. It was the only possibility because no one had two cars. Never heard of anyone having two cars - many didn't even have one car. They took public transporation to work.
Milk was delivered fresh on our doorstep by a great guy in a sparkling white uniform with a snappy hat and a black bow tie. Bread was delivered too, because we only did grocery shopping on the weekends.
Milk is still delivered around here, in real glasses bottles, by Oberweis Dairy. These are not Oberweis dairy bottles, but Craftons, from a old time dairy in California. I was forced to reach into my archive of photos since I inadvertently erased todays shoot. That's OK, it allows me to bring you this image that invokes the past. Oberweis dairy hosted a gathering of Milk Delivery Truck Collectors. They gathered last summer on the stinking hottest day of the year. It was almost impossible to enjoy the beautiful restored vehicles.
Crafton was a family owned dairy in California. These are the original bottles and caps, although for display purposes filled with tiny white styrofoam beads.
I hope you're one of those that remembers milk in glass bottles. I just tastes different - - - believe me on this one!
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I remember glass bottles for milk. But I get mine in plastic gallon jugs.
I don't remember milk deliveries, but I can still recall a man who came around delivering blocks of ice. Hard to believe such a thing lingered into the 1960s in a big place like St. Louis.
I do like your pictures. I try to get here everyday. I remember the milkman, but even better, I remember this milkman joke:
A father put his two year old daughter to bed, told her a story and listened to her prayers which she ended by saying:
"God bless Mommy,
"God bless Daddy,
"God bless Grandma
and good-bye Grandpa."
The father asked, "Why did you say good-bye Grandpa?"
The little girl said, "I don't know Daddy, it just seemed like the thing to do."
The next day Grandpa died. The father thought it was a strange coincidence. A few months later the father put the girl to bed and listened to her prayers which went like this:
"God bless Mommy,
God bless Daddy
and good-bye Grandma."
The next day the Grandmother died. Oh my gosh, thought the father, this kid is in contact with the other side. Several weeks later when the girl was going to bed the dad her her say:
"God bless Mommy and good-bye Daddy."
He practically went into shock. He couldn't sleep all night and got up at the crack of dawn to go to his office. He was nervous as a cat all day, had lunch sent in and watched the clock. He figured if he could get by until midnight he would be okay.
He felt safe in the office, so instead of going home at the end of the day he stayed there drinking coffee, looking at his watch and jumping at every sound. Finally midnight arrived, he breathed a sigh of relief and went home.
When he got home his wife said "I've never seen you work so late, what's the matter?" He said "I don't want to talk about it, I've just spent the worst day of my life!"
She said, "You think YOU had a bad day, you'll never believe what happened to me.
This morning the milkman dropped dead on our porch!"
I too remember the milk being delivered in bottles by a man with a horse and wagon. We used to live on a steep hill and I recall that the driver had to put a wedge under the rear tire to steady the wagon on the hill. The horse knew the routine well and would ease off pulling once the wedge was in place.
john
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Awesome shot
I remember milk in glass bottles from a dairy located a couple of miles from my parents' house. The cream would always rise to the top and my dad would use it in his coffee.
I never developed a taste for raw milk but I love it as long as it has been pasteurized and homogenized.
BTW, I enjoy your photos!
Stunning shot! I am old enough to remember milk being delivered -- and on the really freezing cold days if you didn't get it inside fast enough, it would make a "milksickle" and the ice-milk would push the top right off the bottles! Great shot! Great memories. I long for those simple days!
I still get my milk delivered in glass bottles. Though the milkman doesn't wear a uniform.
This was done through the 60's down here until the emergence of the convenience store killed the service. I remember the milk deliveries clearly... you could leave a note for eggs, cream, butter, etc.
Really enjoy your photos, and stoping by time to time....I picked up my bit of history here in Catskill at a local shop, we still can get glass bottled milk here in Upstate NY, though not from this dairy any more.
Catskill Milk Bottle
Regards.
In Roanoke we had milk delivered in these same glass bottles with the paper caps. We had a silver toned box on the front porch and the milk was left there. Mom always taught school so I guess Dad was there to put it in the frig or else they REALLY came early in the morning.
There is a Yoder's dairy here in Virginia Beach that still delivers in these glass bottles.
When I was a kid in Mexico our was milk delivered in little glass bottles every morning. It had to be boiled and then skimmed. While it was still warm my grandmother would insert a stick of chocolate and we would watch it melt... Can't think about it too much because mym mouth literally starts watering. Nice to see there are still places with those little bottles...
My grandmother got milk delivered for years when we were kids. I remember our milkbox out front too. Nothing like that little bit of cream from the top poured on fresh picked giant blackberries!
And my great grandfather was a milkman. My dad used to go with him in the summers when school was out.
Fond memories - and what a hilarious joke above!
I was 16 the last bottle befor Walts Milk House closed..Lucky for us we are able to go to a farm and get the glass bottles of milk... (delivered if you live within 5 miles)=)
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