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When I was a kid back in the 1960s, it was almost unthinkable to go anywhere to buy milk. Milk was something that was delivered to your home by a uniformed man in a van, and placed in your milk box. The bottles were glass (which went back in the milk box when empty, for later pickup), and the tops were wax paper pressed into shape over the bottle mouth. I remember in nursery school and kindergarten, those tops were regularly used for arts and crafts.

I remember it was a novelty to see milk at the grocery store. I think we kept getting deliveries till some time in the middle 1970s. We might have only stopped getting it because they stopped the service, forcing us to pick it up during grocery shopping trips.

son of bitch ran over my dog when i was a kid.

Had one as a kid. Probably stopped in the early 70's.

Gandy's Milk.

Me,
And the Thunderbox changer as the people over the road didn't have sewer yet, not like us rich fold on our side of the street.
John

I remember the milk cow. My dad and granddad milked cows, and put the milk in cans, where it was picked up by a truck. The milk we drank was straight from the cow, and I disliked it so much, that even to this day I don't drink milk. Later on, after we quit milking, and moved to a new house on the farm that was closer to the main highway, we had a milk man. Also had a dog that didn't like him, and he didn't like stopping because of that.

LMAO.
Damn, that's tough on a kid.
You'll never forget that, Roger.

And the Charles Chips delivery driver.

We had that, and a guy that sold cleaning products like bleach and laundry soap. Same deal, returnable bottles.

Like James, the milk truck stopped here to haul milk we sold.

Golden Grain would leave a couple gallon every week outside in a cold box they provided.
Wish I had that old box.

Must be an Australian thing.

I remember the bottles on the porchs AND how I tried to avoid hitting them when throwing the papers on my paper route!

Another thing I remember from the past is driving out to the local dairy and buying whole milk.

We'd take our own jugs.

Damn, but that was some great milk! Had to shake it up when you used it because the heavy cream would separate when sitting in the fridge...

Our USDA cured us all from that though.

My mom had the same story about milk from the cow. When she was a kid, her folks bought fresh milk from a neighbor who had a cow. She hated it. Thought it was too creamy, especially at the top, but was forced to drink it down. She regularly had to take cod liver oil, too, and despised it.

I remember it not fondly.
I and my brothers milked 3-6 cows twice a day, by hand. No fancy milk machines on our farm in western Ks. And we had a cream separator that we used to process all the milk. The cream was sold, the skimmed milk fed to pigs.
We kept out enough whole milk for us to consume.
I hated milking with a passion.

Dad.......Is that you?

Remember the milk man? For a few years my dad WAS the milk man. It didn't pay much but times were tough and any job was better than no job.

Yeah, we got those, too. Delivered in a big tin can.

We had one until the mid-70's. The last one we had was a really nice guy. We all got along well with him-- finally invited my dad and me to go fishing down at Dale Hollow. I still have our milkbox down the basement-- haven't figured out what to do with it. Back then, I was still growing, and putting down a gallon of 2% a day.

The milk man
Charles Chip man
and an old man who had a horse drawn wagon who would come around to sharpen scissors and knives.
My uncle would come in the summer and sell ice cream in neighborhoods....if I was lucky I got to go with him once
in while.....sitting on a cooler cause the truck only had one seat.