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I found myself thinking about the milkman last week. Did you have milk delivery as a child? We did. I loved hearing the clang clang clang of the milk bottles (glass of course) hitting the edge of the wire basket as the milkman hurried up our driveway. He always drove standing up in a white truck which I'm guessing was refrigerated, but I don't recall the company name. He wore a white uniform with a little white hat or cap.
There was a little cubby-hole in the wall by the front door. It had two doors, one on the inside, one on the outside. My mother would leave money and a note saying how much milk she needed and the milkman would open the outside door and retrieve it. He left the full milk bottles on the front steps. What a great system!
Every Saturday Mother ordered one quart of chocolate milk. Oh how we loved that special day! But with four children in the house, one quart didn't go far. I don't like chocolate but as a child I eagerly drank my share of chocolate milk. Mind you my gorging on that small glass of chocolate milk was always followed by a severe migraine!
Do you remember milk delivery? I think it ended in our village by the late 1950s.