Ours was a stand-alone box that sat next to the side door. The lid was on hinges. When my mom stopped having milk delivered, she got rid of it. It would have been weird to call it a shute.
Yeah. That’s not a chute.
The homes in that neighborhood were all built in the 1920s and milk chutes were a standard feature. Our home also had a kind of large chute that allowed ice to be delivered directly into an ice box (pre refrigerator days)
We had something like 6 or 8 crossings, so there were a lot of us. They were as much as a quarter mile away from the school, so my case was that I had to walk the furlong+ to school, get my gear, find out which one I was assigned to that morning, walk out there with my partner, do the job and then walk back to school. I am not remembering how we knew when to go back.
The title of this thread has been bugging me. I’m old enough to remember hearing the song on the radio, and that line is not how I remember it. When I play the song in my head, it says “No milk today. My love has gone away.” Is my head-radio wrong?
Also, I never did crossing guard duty, but I did “run” our elementary school library when I was in the eighth grade. It was only during school hours, so no extra time expended, and I got to let in friends who didn’t have cards. This was not a public school (Catholic), and you had to pay 50 cents a year for a card.
Once Vicky Grant was in and cardless, and one of the nuns stopped by. We pulled out one of the non-fixed bookcases that had a stairstep design so she could hide in the hollow part of the stairstep. We felt like spies! Total Man from U.N.C.L.E. vibes!!!
All the YouTube videos with lyrics as subtitles that I’ve checked agree with you that it’s “love”, not “lover”.