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Wings was poor mans food? My great aunt cooked the feet too. Never tried them. Couldn't figure out what part of it to eat.

I remember when my Grandpa was the milkman. He would come in with a bucket before he went to work and came in with a bucket when he got done for the day.

I remember being on a churn thinking it was a helluva lot easier at home where we bought our butter. That's some pretty deep thinking for a five year old.

Good story Kaywoodie. One thing much worse than a Jersey cow, the flippin' bulls.
Never a question of if a Jersey bull is mean.
He is mean, and he would like to kill you.

Dayom, they didnt know what 2% was when I was a kid, Sha.

Girls got all the good parts and half the money too, and they still couldnt find anything that would keep them happy even though they could have had fun and good feelings every day.

I was a participant in a large training exercise in Texas in the mid '80s. Following the TrainX several of us ended up in the Nuevo Laredo boystown.

I awakened the next morning in the blazing sun w/ my head resting on a dog on someones back porch to the sound of the milkman's clanking bottles. I staggered around the house to see him placing an icy 1/2 gallon of O.J. in the neighbor's box across the street.

Displaying far more stealth than I had of the TrainX I flowed across the street, exchanged a $20.00 bill for the O.J. and skulked back to the dog. That milkman saved my life.


mike r

We have local delivery here. Pricey, but damn it's good. Makes it easy to empty a box of Girlscout cookies too...

An older member of my family was a milk man that owned the local milk company. Lots of daughters were born around that time............ He had 3 daughters and lots of folks in the surrounding area had all daughters. Dunno haha

That's what we did, since we had no milk delivery in the country. We skimmed the cream off and churned butter. My mom would buy 4 gallons every three or four day (three boys drank a lot).

I remember the milk man from Pure Milk. We only bought ice cream off him though. We got our milk from cows and goats that we milked.

I remember:
The milk man
The bread man
The oil man
The fuller brush man
The Avon lady

We bought our milk from a local dairy for 50 cents per gallon. Also I grew up when televisions had tubes that were always burning out. The tv repairman would come by with a big fold out box full of tubes. Remember how the vertical hold would go out and the picture would start to roll?

Those were the great old days.

My Grandfather was a milkman before I was born, but I sure remember his many stories.

He was a milkman in Chicago when they still used the horse drawn vans. He loved that job as it gave him the opportunity to do his two favorite things every day. Care for horses and shoot the chit with neighbors and friends.

He told me many times how, if he was spending too much time talking at a stop the horse would move on to the next stop and he'd have to run after it. Guess he had a stubborn horse as he said it would take several days to get the horse used to stopping at a new place.

All good things must end for "progress" I guess and when they dropped the horses and went to trucks he found a new line of work.

Grandparents had 3 cows and 50 chickens. Grandma would churn and make butter and buttermilk. Sure drank a lot of buttermilk when i stayed there summers. Every Saturday morning they loaded up the old jeep and delivered butter and eggs. Any left over eggs they sold to the local store.They couldn't sell milk because they were told they needed a new floor put in where they milked. Gramps said no way was he putting in a new floor so the pig got a lot of milk.
Grandma had 2 big gardens and grew about everything they needed. Only remember them buying sugar and flower. Any bull calves that were born were kept for a while and then in the freezer it went. She got new chickens every 2 years. Butchered how many of the old ones she wanted and sold the rest. Had pork, beef or chicken with potatoes and home grown veggies for every meal.
Yes i do remember the milk man delivering milk to the neighbor but that was 35-40 years ago.

Had a little Jersey bull that was mean as hell!!! His momma was a wild as any cape buff! Wifey called me at work one day as two Old Black men wanted to buy the bull! Made her a price over phone and they took it! Them old fellas got him loaded and carted off in no time! LOL

LMAO

You know there's a good country song in that! Gotta be!

I still have our old galvanized milk box. For years, working at UPS, I thought about making it a lunch box. Those "Brown Trucks" can get up to 130* in the back during summer. The box is insulated and I thought it would be cool, and keep my lunch cool. I never tried it, was afraid some one would steal it or get bashed up. Now I keep clean shop rags in it. I do remember the milk truck running through the neighborhood. They still used big ice blocks to cool it. The milk man would chip off chunks and give them to us in the summer. Was a better treat than ice cream, Joe.

In 1956 I was 5 years old and spent a month on my grandparent's farm in Bristol VA.

My grandmother milked her 7 cows and put the can out front of the house, where it was picked up by the milk man who, at the same time, dropped off bottles of milk we drank.

They had no running water, no electricity, no car, no tractor.

They pulled up water with a rope from their well.
They used kerosene lamps for light and cooked on a wood stove, and took a dump in the outhouse.
They walked to get places.
They had two plow horses.
They had a tabaco patch for money. I helped weed it.

Looking at the 1940 Census, my grandmother was married at 12 and gave birth at 14.