Re: The Milkman Delivered...

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I used to work in OB, in the delivery room. When we were students we had to wrap the instruments and put them away. We would be in the supply room about 4:00 in the morning. Up until that time the streets would be quiet with almost no traffic. Then about four am the milk truck would start coming down the street. It would stop at all the houses and put the milk and butter in the baskets. Then the bread truck would go by. Then cars would go by as people went to work. It was as if you could watch the town wake up. The cook at the hospital where I worked would make sandwiches and leave them on a tray in the kitchen. They left milk cartons in a cooler beside the tray. We would go down and get a sandwich and a carton of milk and leave our money on the tray. No one would ever think of cheating. I love to watch Little House on the Prairie because it takes me back to a time that feels more

comfortable. I lived with outdoor plumbing, walking to school, washing clothes on a scrubboard, carrying water from the spring. The church bell tolled when someone died and it tolled once for each year of their life, so you could almost always tell who had died. The farmers would then go to the church to dig the grave. The bodies were brought home for the wake and everyone came. We visited and celebrated that life all night for two nights. I miss those days. And yet we have breakthroughs in medicine that prevent much of our suffering, don't we? Barb J." J. Blanchett" wrote: I recall the times when the milkman delivered milk, butter, cheese to your front door early, early in the morning. We would wake up and get the milk off the front porch.And

the bread man would leave loaves of fresh bread outside the door of the local store. And no one would not take a loaf or a container of milk until the store opened.This would happen around 6-6:30 in the morning.We would walk to school and sometimes see the bread and milk still at the front door of the local store that had not opened for the business day. And no one, I mean no one, would dare touch it!Wasn't those the good ole days?Does anyone remember those times?

[Guest guest]

I used to work in OB, in the delivery room. When we were students we had to wrap the instruments and put them away. We would be in the supply room about 4:00 in the morning. Up until that time the streets would be quiet with almost no traffic. Then about four am the milk truck would start coming down the street. It would stop at all the houses and put the milk and butter in the baskets. Then the bread truck would go by. Then cars would go by as people went to work. It was as if you could watch the town wake up. The cook at the hospital where I worked would make sandwiches and leave them on a tray in the kitchen. They left milk cartons in a cooler beside the tray. We would go down and get a sandwich and a carton of milk and leave our money on the tray. No one would ever think of cheating. I love to watch Little House on the Prairie because it takes me back to a time that feels more

comfortable. I lived with outdoor plumbing, walking to school, washing clothes on a scrubboard, carrying water from the spring. The church bell tolled when someone died and it tolled once for each year of their life, so you could almost always tell who had died. The farmers would then go to the church to dig the grave. The bodies were brought home for the wake and everyone came. We visited and celebrated that life all night for two nights. I miss those days. And yet we have breakthroughs in medicine that prevent much of our suffering, don't we? Barb J." J. Blanchett" wrote: I recall the times when the milkman delivered milk, butter, cheese to your front door early, early in the morning. We would wake up and get the milk off the front porch.And

the bread man would leave loaves of fresh bread outside the door of the local store. And no one would not take a loaf or a container of milk until the store opened.This would happen around 6-6:30 in the morning.We would walk to school and sometimes see the bread and milk still at the front door of the local store that had not opened for the business day. And no one, I mean no one, would dare touch it!Wasn't those the good ole days?Does anyone remember those times?

[Guest guest]

I used to work in OB, in the delivery room. When we were students we had to wrap the instruments and put them away. We would be in the supply room about 4:00 in the morning. Up until that time the streets would be quiet with almost no traffic. Then about four am the milk truck would start coming down the street. It would stop at all the houses and put the milk and butter in the baskets. Then the bread truck would go by. Then cars would go by as people went to work. It was as if you could watch the town wake up. The cook at the hospital where I worked would make sandwiches and leave them on a tray in the kitchen. They left milk cartons in a cooler beside the tray. We would go down and get a sandwich and a carton of milk and leave our money on the tray. No one would ever think of cheating. I love to watch Little House on the Prairie because it takes me back to a time that feels more

comfortable. I lived with outdoor plumbing, walking to school, washing clothes on a scrubboard, carrying water from the spring. The church bell tolled when someone died and it tolled once for each year of their life, so you could almost always tell who had died. The farmers would then go to the church to dig the grave. The bodies were brought home for the wake and everyone came. We visited and celebrated that life all night for two nights. I miss those days. And yet we have breakthroughs in medicine that prevent much of our suffering, don't we? Barb J." J. Blanchett" wrote: I recall the times when the milkman delivered milk, butter, cheese to your front door early, early in the morning. We would wake up and get the milk off the front porch.And

the bread man would leave loaves of fresh bread outside the door of the local store. And no one would not take a loaf or a container of milk until the store opened.This would happen around 6-6:30 in the morning.We would walk to school and sometimes see the bread and milk still at the front door of the local store that had not opened for the business day. And no one, I mean no one, would dare touch it!Wasn't those the good ole days?Does anyone remember those times?

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Ron, when I was first married, 33 years ago, my husband was a milkman. He left out about 3am. One night I took the girls to his sister's house & went with him, to get the route done faster so we could all go to the beach at Galveston. He would gather the order & I would run up & leave it on the porch. We didn't have cell phones then; he would just call in from a pay phone once in awhile to see if anyone had changed orders. The second time he called, his boss asked why he was missing so many houses. Allan said we hadn't missed any houses. The guy said they'd had several calls already from customers who didn't get their orders. So we went to the next neighborhood, left a few orders, then doubled back down the alley. Sure enough, someone was following behind us & picking up the milk, eggs, butter, etc! Allan was 6-4 & in shape in those days. He leapt out of that milk truck & went tearing up to that car & those people burned rubber getting out of there! They didn't come back, either. But we not only had to go back & re-deliver the orders, but the cost came out of our pay. Bummer. But we still went to the beach & had a good time. That was back when I could enjoy the sun!

Ramblin' Rose Moderator

>> I recall the times when the milkman delivered milk, butter, cheese to > your front door early, early in the morning. > > We would wake up and get the milk off the front porch.> > And the bread man would leave loaves of fresh bread outside the door of > the local store. And no one would not take a loaf or a container of > milk until the store opened.> > This would happen around 6-6:30 in the morning.> > We would walk to school and sometimes see the bread and milk still at > the front door of the local store that had not opened for the business > day. And no one, I mean no one, would dare touch it!> > Wasn't those the good ole days?> > Does anyone remember those times?> > >

[Guest guest]

Ron, when I was first married, 33 years ago, my husband was a milkman. He left out about 3am. One night I took the girls to his sister's house & went with him, to get the route done faster so we could all go to the beach at Galveston. He would gather the order & I would run up & leave it on the porch. We didn't have cell phones then; he would just call in from a pay phone once in awhile to see if anyone had changed orders. The second time he called, his boss asked why he was missing so many houses. Allan said we hadn't missed any houses. The guy said they'd had several calls already from customers who didn't get their orders. So we went to the next neighborhood, left a few orders, then doubled back down the alley. Sure enough, someone was following behind us & picking up the milk, eggs, butter, etc! Allan was 6-4 & in shape in those days. He leapt out of that milk truck & went tearing up to that car & those people burned rubber getting out of there! They didn't come back, either. But we not only had to go back & re-deliver the orders, but the cost came out of our pay. Bummer. But we still went to the beach & had a good time. That was back when I could enjoy the sun!

Ramblin' Rose Moderator

>> I recall the times when the milkman delivered milk, butter, cheese to > your front door early, early in the morning. > > We would wake up and get the milk off the front porch.> > And the bread man would leave loaves of fresh bread outside the door of > the local store. And no one would not take a loaf or a container of > milk until the store opened.> > This would happen around 6-6:30 in the morning.> > We would walk to school and sometimes see the bread and milk still at > the front door of the local store that had not opened for the business > day. And no one, I mean no one, would dare touch it!> > Wasn't those the good ole days?> > Does anyone remember those times?> > >

[Guest guest]

Ron, when I was first married, 33 years ago, my husband was a milkman. He left out about 3am. One night I took the girls to his sister's house & went with him, to get the route done faster so we could all go to the beach at Galveston. He would gather the order & I would run up & leave it on the porch. We didn't have cell phones then; he would just call in from a pay phone once in awhile to see if anyone had changed orders. The second time he called, his boss asked why he was missing so many houses. Allan said we hadn't missed any houses. The guy said they'd had several calls already from customers who didn't get their orders. So we went to the next neighborhood, left a few orders, then doubled back down the alley. Sure enough, someone was following behind us & picking up the milk, eggs, butter, etc! Allan was 6-4 & in shape in those days. He leapt out of that milk truck & went tearing up to that car & those people burned rubber getting out of there! They didn't come back, either. But we not only had to go back & re-deliver the orders, but the cost came out of our pay. Bummer. But we still went to the beach & had a good time. That was back when I could enjoy the sun!

Ramblin' Rose Moderator

>> I recall the times when the milkman delivered milk, butter, cheese to > your front door early, early in the morning. > > We would wake up and get the milk off the front porch.> > And the bread man would leave loaves of fresh bread outside the door of > the local store. And no one would not take a loaf or a container of > milk until the store opened.> > This would happen around 6-6:30 in the morning.> > We would walk to school and sometimes see the bread and milk still at > the front door of the local store that had not opened for the business > day. And no one, I mean no one, would dare touch it!> > Wasn't those the good ole days?> > Does anyone remember those times?> > >

[Guest guest]

Its

funny reading all these “I remember” stories, I have something

different to share. I grew up in the big city, we didn’t ever have

milk delivered to our door, and nothing delivered to our door. Now I live

in a small town in No. Colorado, I grew up

just south of L.A.

Now we get milk delivered to our door, and there in glass bottles, I’m

not a big milk drinker, but it taste so much better from the bottle then the

carton. We don’t get cheese or bread though, although I think the

same milk man would deliver some of those items, I just get milk, I only buy

butter when it’s on sale. So some day maybe my kids will say “remember

when”.

My childhood

was pretty boring!

Marla

From: Neurosarcoidosis [mailto:Neurosarcoidosis ] On Behalf Of barb johnson

Sent: Wednesday, June 14, 2006

6:47 PM

To: Neurosarcoidosis

Subject: Re:

The Milkman Delivered...

I used to work in OB, in the delivery

room. When we were students we had to wrap the instruments and put them away.

We would be in the supply room about 4:00 in the morning. Up until that time

the streets would be quiet with almost no traffic. Then about four

am the milk truck would start coming down the street. It would stop at all

the houses and put the milk and butter in the baskets. Then the bread

truck would go by. Then cars would go by as people went to work. It was as if

you could watch the town wake up.

The cook at the hospital where I worked would make sandwiches and

leave them on a tray in the kitchen. They left milk cartons in a cooler beside

the tray. We would go down and get a sandwich and a carton of milk and leave

our money on the tray. No one would ever think of cheating.

I love to watch Little House on the Prairie because it takes me back to

a time that feels more comfortable.

I lived with outdoor plumbing, walking to school, washing clothes on a

scrubboard, carrying water from the spring. The church bell tolled when someone

died and it tolled once for each year of their life, so you could almost always

tell who had died. The farmers would then go to the church to dig the grave.

The bodies were brought home for the wake and everyone came. We visited and

celebrated that life all night for two nights.

I miss those days.

And yet we have breakthroughs in medicine that prevent much of our

suffering, don't we?

Barb J.

" J.

Blanchett " wrote:

I recall the times when

the milkman delivered milk, butter, cheese to

your front door early, early in the morning.

We would wake up and get the milk off the front porch.

And the bread man would leave loaves of fresh bread outside the door of

the local store. And no one would not take a loaf or a container of

milk until the store opened.

This would happen around 6-6:30 in the morning.

We would walk to school and sometimes see the bread and milk still at

the front door of the local store that had not opened for the business

day. And no one, I mean no one, would dare touch it!

Wasn't those the good ole days?

Does anyone remember those times?

[Guest guest]

Its

funny reading all these “I remember” stories, I have something

different to share. I grew up in the big city, we didn’t ever have

milk delivered to our door, and nothing delivered to our door. Now I live

in a small town in No. Colorado, I grew up

just south of L.A.

Now we get milk delivered to our door, and there in glass bottles, I’m

not a big milk drinker, but it taste so much better from the bottle then the

carton. We don’t get cheese or bread though, although I think the

same milk man would deliver some of those items, I just get milk, I only buy

butter when it’s on sale. So some day maybe my kids will say “remember

when”.

My childhood

was pretty boring!

Marla

From: Neurosarcoidosis [mailto:Neurosarcoidosis ] On Behalf Of barb johnson

Sent: Wednesday, June 14, 2006

6:47 PM

To: Neurosarcoidosis

Subject: Re:

The Milkman Delivered...

I used to work in OB, in the delivery

room. When we were students we had to wrap the instruments and put them away.

We would be in the supply room about 4:00 in the morning. Up until that time

the streets would be quiet with almost no traffic. Then about four

am the milk truck would start coming down the street. It would stop at all

the houses and put the milk and butter in the baskets. Then the bread

truck would go by. Then cars would go by as people went to work. It was as if

you could watch the town wake up.

The cook at the hospital where I worked would make sandwiches and

leave them on a tray in the kitchen. They left milk cartons in a cooler beside

the tray. We would go down and get a sandwich and a carton of milk and leave

our money on the tray. No one would ever think of cheating.

I love to watch Little House on the Prairie because it takes me back to

a time that feels more comfortable.

I lived with outdoor plumbing, walking to school, washing clothes on a

scrubboard, carrying water from the spring. The church bell tolled when someone

died and it tolled once for each year of their life, so you could almost always

tell who had died. The farmers would then go to the church to dig the grave.

The bodies were brought home for the wake and everyone came. We visited and

celebrated that life all night for two nights.

I miss those days.

And yet we have breakthroughs in medicine that prevent much of our

suffering, don't we?

Barb J.

" J.

Blanchett " wrote:

I recall the times when

the milkman delivered milk, butter, cheese to

your front door early, early in the morning.

We would wake up and get the milk off the front porch.

And the bread man would leave loaves of fresh bread outside the door of

the local store. And no one would not take a loaf or a container of

milk until the store opened.

This would happen around 6-6:30 in the morning.

We would walk to school and sometimes see the bread and milk still at

the front door of the local store that had not opened for the business

day. And no one, I mean no one, would dare touch it!

Wasn't those the good ole days?

Does anyone remember those times?

[Guest guest]

I have mixed memories of the milk being delivered. We had the wooden box with little metal spikes on each of the four corners. I was 5 and my mother kept telling me to stop running in & out the back door before I got hurt. I just had to do it one more time & sure enough I fell & hit my head on the crate just missing my eye & putting a big gash in my head by my eyebrow. When we got to the hospital they wanted to know which of us(me or Mom) was the patient. She was about 8 months pregnant & big as a house(her words not mine LOL) I'm 98% moved!!!!!!!! A couple more boxes & then the big nasty cleanup. Yes, Momma Rose I'll wear my dust mask. I noticed mice poopie when I started boxing up & I have disposie gloves too. I already have an infection in my chest by my shunt but it's not in my lungs. I also got a pc!!!! It's used but nice. I have so many angels

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