Sunday, November 29, 2009

The Milkman Cometh



















How many out there reading this have had milk delivered to your door? It's nifty-fifty, unless the delivery area is dodgy-patchy. One thing I've noticed -- organic milk lasts longer than injected milk.

In any case, I took this shot in London in 1991. The last time I remember milk being delivered to the door back at home must have been in Durham, North Carolina, in the 1970s. There was an insulated Thermos-like box on the small front porch. I also recall my Mom having a large cylindrical milk container that was decoratively painted.










Here's a milk float in London. These electric vehicles -- like big golf carts -- glide along quietly in the wee hours of the morning, helping milkmen make their deliveries. Now (and within the past twenty years), people in the States are more likely to have big containers of spring water delivered to their door, presumably for water coolers.

Today's Rune: Protection.

6 comments:

Lana Gramlich said...

I remember milk delivery--we had that thermos-like box, too. There was something else we could get delivered, but I don't remember what it was now...it WAS long ago.
Cool that they're still doing such things in London.

jodi said...

Erik, my bro in law used to be the "runner" on a milk truck back in the day! We, however, got it fresh from my Grampa's farm!

Anonymous said...

So all the milkmen have disappeared in...Sweden?

-JC

JR's Thumbprints said...

When I was a stockboy in a grocery store I worked my way up to the dairy isle. It takes skill knowing how many gallons of milk to order each week. Same for cheese.

the walking man said...

Twin Pines dairy had delivery trucks in the metro area as little as 15 years ago.

Johnny Yen said...

When my family moved out of the city and into the suburbs of Chicago, we got our milk delivered like that-- glass bottles, in the insulated box.

When my family lived in the city, there was a milk vending machine at the end of the block, at Lawrence and Central Park Ave. My mother would send us down the street with a couple of quarters to buy the milk, which came in a waxed cardboard container.