Re: The Milkman Delivered...

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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

surronding me I am truely blessed.grannylunatic@... __________________________________________________

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Barb, I know what you mean about Little House on the Prairie. One of the things that made it hard for me to move back to Florida was the town I was living in. I had to move back to Florida in 2004, but I lived in a little town called ville in central-north Georgia. I did not lock my doors during the day, really didn't have to lock them anytime, no one bothered anything, hang I left my riding mower outside by the house. There were (2) older gentlemen who owned the local pharmacy in town and once when I needed to get insulin a day or two before my paycheck they told me "don't worry about it, take the medicine and come back when you got paid." You could walk around town at night, no worries. They were some of the sweetest people I have ever known, and the pace was just my style.....slow & easy. I miss it so much, but I don't foresee ever being able to move back to

North Georgia......Conniebarb johnson wrote: 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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Barb, I know what you mean about Little House on the Prairie. One of the things that made it hard for me to move back to Florida was the town I was living in. I had to move back to Florida in 2004, but I lived in a little town called ville in central-north Georgia. I did not lock my doors during the day, really didn't have to lock them anytime, no one bothered anything, hang I left my riding mower outside by the house. There were (2) older gentlemen who owned the local pharmacy in town and once when I needed to get insulin a day or two before my paycheck they told me "don't worry about it, take the medicine and come back when you got paid." You could walk around town at night, no worries. They were some of the sweetest people I have ever known, and the pace was just my style.....slow & easy. I miss it so much, but I don't foresee ever being able to move back to

North Georgia......Conniebarb johnson wrote: 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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Barb, I know what you mean about Little House on the Prairie. One of the things that made it hard for me to move back to Florida was the town I was living in. I had to move back to Florida in 2004, but I lived in a little town called ville in central-north Georgia. I did not lock my doors during the day, really didn't have to lock them anytime, no one bothered anything, hang I left my riding mower outside by the house. There were (2) older gentlemen who owned the local pharmacy in town and once when I needed to get insulin a day or two before my paycheck they told me "don't worry about it, take the medicine and come back when you got paid." You could walk around town at night, no worries. They were some of the sweetest people I have ever known, and the pace was just my style.....slow & easy. I miss it so much, but I don't foresee ever being able to move back to

North Georgia......Conniebarb johnson wrote: 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?