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I found myself thinking about the milkman last week. Did you have milk delivery as a child?
Thinking back, I tried to see if I could figure out when I first saw a milk man delivering to our homes. There is no point where I recall a milk delivery starting point. My parents still had milk delivered as recently as the early 1990s -- although no longer in glass bottles.
That wonderful clinking sounds of bottles jostling together is one of my favorite sounds, and I can see the milkman carrying his wire basket up the stairs. Some days we were there to collect the dairy products right away and some days he would leave them in a tin colored cooler that sat on the steps. That ice cold milk that came out of those bottles was such a treat and there is not much better than that.
The dog in the image above was an unfortunate victim of the milk truck. As the milk truck drove up the long, winding driveway he passed a stone wall fence and didn't see the dog as he darted out from behind the wall and was killed. I imagine the milkman recalled that day forever since he was a huge dog lover. I remember him being extremely distraught as he carried the lifeless body to the house to break the news.
Do you remember milk delivery?
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