Deliveries in the old days

Tommy said:
In the 1950s and 60s, we too had home delivery of milk and other dairy products from a local dairy. Our house had an insulated compartment built into the wall near the side door. The milkman would put products into it via a small exterior door and we would access them by a another little door on the inside. Everything stayed cool in the summer but wouldn't freeze in winter.

When we moved from our former community a few years ago, one could still get home delivery of glass-bottled milk from a local dairy.
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I suspect it was similar to this. :)

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Aunt Marg said:
Topics like this are my favourite! Thank you so much for starting it, Lashann!
I remember milk trucks and diaper service trucks, we got neither to our home, but there were many I remember that did.
Anyhow, one thing I remember related to the milk truck drivers, they allows waved and tooted their horn for us kids, and every now and then they'd stop and talk with us for a few minutes. It was a more personable day back in the day, people (IMO) cared more for others, respected others more, and there was more of a sense of closeness and care.
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Our milkman just left the milk on the step.

In the winter you had to hope you found it before the cat or the dog did!

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One of the delights during my childhood days was being allowed to gently pet the milkman’s or baker’s horse when they stopped for their deliveries. They knew just how far to advance for the next house. Such soft noses and warm necks. When their route was done, could be seen pulling the wagon at a fast trot down the main streets. And a school field trio to see them in their beautiful well kept stables.
 
Only delivery was milk. I'm pretty sure my chubby little self was partly due to sneaking out to get the cream off the top of the milk.
 
When I was a kid (1950s), the milkman used to knock on the kitchen door, enter, and put the milk in the fridge. Our kitchen door was always unlocked. He'd pick up the empty glass bottles. Our milkman and my mom went to school together. He knew my dad, too. Of course, I lived in a small Massachusetts town of 18,000- and I was somehow related to half the town. I remember the thick layer of cream at the top of the bottles. Then we got "homogenized" milk, WOW!!!! Fancy.
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fuzzybuddy said:
When I was a kid (1950s), the milkman used to knock on the kitchen door, enter, and put the milk in the fridge. Our kitchen door was always unlocked. He'd pick up the empty glass bottles. Our milkman and my mom went to school together. He knew my dad, too. Of course, I lived in a small Massachusetts town of 18,000- and I was somehow related to half the town.View attachment 107056
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The good old days... how I miss them.
 

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