I remember milk delivery when I was a kid.
We still have our milk delivered now, have done ever since I had the first baby, who is now 21. It just comes in handy, and does not cost that much extra.
Our milk delivery service also delivers the usual bread, eggs etc but also some wicked Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough.
I remember the milkman (Greenspring Dairies here in Baltimore) and the drycleaners who would pickup and drop off. You could leave the dirty stuff in a bag on the front porch and they’d leave the clean clothes hanging on the front door knocker, and you were billed monthly.
For milk (I remember getting eggs and sour cream and OJ and other things, too), we had a milk box on the back porch. It was a galvanized metal box lined with styrofoam. I know we got deliveries up till at least 1976 or so.
You know, when I saw this thread title the first thing that popped into my mind was the Charles Chips guy. We never had milk delivered, but let the Charles Chips guy be late and there were problems.
I can remember the milkman (in the Netherlands), and the “schillenboer”.
The “schillenboer” was an old codger driving around with a horse and cart picking up left-over food (vegetables and bread).
These were fed to the animals at the petting zoo.
I have told this to a friend of mine and he couldn’t believe it.
Hard to believe that this was such a short time ago.
I am 33 years old!!
You sound more like a Kiwi then Abe Simpson 
Remember aniseed drops were always the 2 for one cent lollies. They thought that was punishment 
We got milk delivered in small town, Maine until probably about 1980.
We used to get it in the cardboard containers, though. Probably 4-5 half gallons, twice a week. I can’t believe how much milk that is. He’d bring it to the door in the plastic milk crates.
The guy who delivered it was a grump. You could get pies from him.
I remember one time, I had to bring in the milk and I managed to get all 5 containers in my arms and haul them into the kitchen. I thought I was quite the stud, and then my dad said, “that’s the lazy man’s load.”
It scarred me for life.
I’m not that old, but remember my frame of reference; Buffalo was, and still is, tapped in a time warp.
As a kid in the 1970s, I remember milk delivery; it was left in a metal milk box on the porch, or in some cases, a built-in milk passthrough box in some houses. One summer in the late 1970s, though, a horse-drawn cart made its way down my street, the driver yelling KNIIIIIIVES SHARRRRRPENED! KNIIIIIIVES SHARRRRRPENED! Days later, another horse-drawn cart made its way down our street. RAAAAAAGS! RAAAAAAGS!
A few years ago, I lived in a predominantly Hispanic, but quickly-gentrifying neighborhood in Denver. During the summer, every night around 7:00 or 7:30 PM, the jingling of bells off in the distance would announce the eventual arrival of a small push-cart, usually polited by a short Mexican man, who would also shout a lazy sounding “MEHHHHHHH! EHHHHH!” every minute or so. I never saw anybody buy anything from the cart-pushing MEHHHHHH! guy.
I grew up in a row home in Philadelphia. I am 37. We had milk delivered, and it was left on the front step in a cube shaped semi shiney insulated aluminum box which just about everyone had next to their door.
Our milk was delivered until about 1977. As kids, we loved those boxes. They were good to site on and great for army men, or to keep ‘pimple balls’ in (if you grew up in the northeast, you know what a pimple ball is).
I remember sitting on the milk box out front, waiting for the mailman to deliver the Sears Catalogue Wish Book. I remeber sitting on the milk box reading it, then hiding it in there so my sisters couldn’t destroy it.
I grew up in East Vancouver and Burnaby in the 50s. We lived with my grandparents and I can vividly remember the milkman (still with horse-drawn wagon) as well as coal and ice being delivered. The General Bakeries breadman and the Nelson’s Laundry man used to come around daily as well. Later on, we moved to Burnaby - we were really modern there - the milkman had a truck, probably because South Burnaby is pretty hilly. Something that was different was the vegetable man - he was Chinese and owned a market garden down on the Fraser River flats (anyone from Burnaby knows “The Flats”) and would come around in this ancient Model “T” pickup conversion and go house to house with the veggies in baskets hung from a shoulder yoke. I thought that was really neat!
After I was married, we moved to Ontario and I encountered milk doors for the first time - back then I was skinny enough that we used it a couple of times when we were locked out 
. A posting to England introduced us to the blue tit problem - we used to use empty yogurt cups to protect the milk. The little perishers knew the difference between premium “Gold Top” Jersey milk and regular old “Silver Top” too!
I think I am getting old.
We had milk delivery at our house in Cleveland when I was a kid. We also had Charles Chips. My parents’ house has a milkbox built into the wall of the garage.
When we lived in Virginia Beach in the 90s, we had milk and juice delivered by Yoder Dairies, which is still delivering today. They have the best egg nog that I think I’ve ever had, and all the bottles still had those paper/foil caps.
Bergey’s Dairy in Chesapeake used to deliver too, but I think they’ve stopped now. They have several stores you can buy things from, and you can visit the farm.
Here we have Maple View Farms, who still bottles milk in glass, but you have to go to the store to buy it.
I never had milk delivered growing up but the house my husband and I bought has a milk door next to the side door. It has cabinets in front of it now so you can’t open it anymore though. I knew what it was when we bought the house but I don’t know when milk stopped being delivered. The house was built in 1955.
As a side note, I never had unhomogenized milk growing up so I never had never seen it separated like that. A few months ago I had my first baby and stored some of my own milk for him, I thought something was wrong when it separated until I realized it was the cream rising to the top!
Now I have a strange inclination to see if I could make butter from it…
Cripes. How tight does a bra have to be to cut off the circulation like that?
I’m not positive if we had delivery at our house but I do remember that there was delivery in Tucson in the early sixties. I had a quart milk bottle but unfortunately broke it. I want to get another. For some reason the shape of the mouth makes it so damn satisfying to take a big swig of milk, particularly when washing down a piece of German('s) chocolate cake.
Velma, you’ve given us our perhaps too-vivid-for-some thought for the day. I’m not too squeamish so I have to wonder, does human milk contain enough butterfat to churn? You will of course have to tell us if your experiments are successful then we can call you Miss Land-O-Lakes.
We had milk delivered until our neighbor and milkman retired to Florida. I think they retired his route after that.
I suppport our local dairy and use their drive through service window. It saves me a bundle and a headache by getting my milk and eggs through there, and I am helping a local family owned business.
Growing up in Philadelphia, we had milk delivered by Abbott’s Dairies[this was in the fifties] The milkman had a horse and wagon, filled with glass-bottled milk, cream, chocolate AND strawberry milk, OJ, etc.[all with paper caps] shrouded in crushed ice[which we kids used to steal by the handful] He’d jump out with his carrier loaded, ready to deliver to the individual homes. When he needed more bottles, he’d whistle, and the horse would come to wherever he was standing. The milkman reloaded, and continued delivering. And this was on city streets! When Ol’ Dobbin was put out to pasture, the milkman acquired a shiny delivery truck, which didn’t have a driver’s seat. He drove standing up! I remember the top cream fondly, we’d carefully decant it and use it where it really mattered: in coffee, on jello, over cereal, etc. Guess we hadn’t discovered the horrors of cholesterol way back when. Other “home delivery” guys were: The scissors and knife grinder; umbrella repairman; the javelle water man[he sold bleach in clear glass bottles]; the waffle/snowcone guy; the notions man[sold little things, e.g. thread, needles, shoelaces, nail files, etc., he carried a large straw basket on one shoulder]] the pretzel boy[sold soft pretzels for a few pennies each] and a variety of fruit and vegetable hucksters. All gone now, alas, and they call it progress!
I remember milk being delivered in Greenwich, CT. up about until 1957 or so. The milkman put it into an insilated aluminum box on our flagstone porch in the back yard. Not sure when exactly we stopped. My parents divorced about in '57 and my mom got a job at the A&P, and probably brought it home after that.
I remember Dr. Murphy making housecalls into the 1960’s.
I remember the Good Humor man, Arthur.
candy cigarettes.
one-speed bikes.
coal delivery in Stamford, in the 40’s and early 50’s.
My dad is a retired doctor, and he used to make house calls on a few patients. I don’t remember his doing that much after 1980.
I also remember home milk delivery. I think it stopped, in our neighborhood, around 1970. It’s not a bad system to have certain types of food delivered. Instead of everyone in a neighborhood having to drive to the store to get their own milk, it’s a lot more efficient to have the dairy hit every house in the neighborhood in one go. Though of course, there are exceptions and counter arguments on both sides. It’s definitely not a clear cut situation.
Hey now, I too grew up on powdered milk and I’m… well… maybe you have a point. There were too many of us kids for mom to afford fresh milk so she always bought those giant boxes of the dry stuff. I still remember the horror of coming to powdered milk sludge in the bottom of my glass when it wasn’t fully dissolved. Gack. As an adult I don’t drink milk much at all, unless it’s chocolate.
When my mother was a kid milk came from the cow and she always drank it skim-the cream was sold. There wasn’t even an icebox, anything you wanted to keep cool you put in the springhouse. (That was the closest to running water they had too.) And mom remembers reading by kerosene light. Now she reads stuff on a computer. Weird to think about, that.
Blue Tits are little birds that used to raid milk bottles left on porches, before the householder woke up and brought them inside.
That’s because I am. I remember them as aniseed balls, though, and I loved 'em: my brother and I used to dissolve a bag of them overnight in a bottle of water to make aniseed juice. Oh, and Jet Planes. And Milk Bottles. And those little cigarettes with the red dye at one end to simulate the burning ash, before the health Nazis got hold of them. Sorry, this is turning into another thread.
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I grew up in a row home in Philadelphia. …
Our milk was delivered until about 1977. As kids, we loved those boxes. They were good to site on and great for army men, or to keep ‘pimple balls’ in (if you grew up in the northeast, you know what a pimple ball is).
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Damn, skippy !!! You find yourself at the Solly playground at Bustleton and Solly with a pimple ball and a gang of your best fellahs and we can have a game, jack !!! Afterwards of course, some Italian ices and a few pretzels with mustard.
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