Aw CRAP! The Milks still out on the front porch! <stomps out, returns a few minutes later>
Yeah, I remember when they home deliver milk…it comes on Mondays! 
We had milk delivered in gallon glass bottles from a local dairy when we lived outside Lansing, NY - this was when I was 5-8, so early 90s.
The cream would rise to the top and I would eat it with a spoon every morning, it was awesome.
What a timely zombie. I just saw a Parade article(yeah, yeah) about a pair of brothers in New Jersey who are starting up delivery service again.
I was disappointed that the article specified Holsteins. Not only is Jersey milk a-fucking-mazing by comparison (thanks, Promised Land brand, for teaching me that!) but, hey, Jersey cows in Joysey. What’s not to love?
Mmmmm… fresh cream.
I pass the milk float most mornings on my way to work. We used to get milk delivered until about 7 or 8 years ago, and we still could if we wanted. (I’m in southern England.)
The milkman also delivers orange juice (in the same kind of glass bottles as the milk comes in), yoghurt, eggs, bread - even pet food. I’m not sure if they still do them but we also used to get cartons of broken biscuits too.
Here’s the website of the main delivery service in my area.
Edit: yep, they still do the broken biscuits! 
Milkman still delivers milk for my household - in glass bottles.
I barely remember delivered milk. When I was 3 or 4 the milkman ran over our dog. 
I remember it in the South Suburbs of Chicago. We had a milk and egg man all the way till 1976. We even had a “milk chute” in our house.
Smith Brothers’ milk is awesome! We had delivery when we lived in south Seattle, but we moved to a house that didn’t have a safe place for the guy to leave the milk. The product was good enough that we’d drive to Auburn (?) to pick it up. Excellent milk.
I certainly remember it. It was Abbott’s in Philly. I spent four years in Urbana IL, 1964-1968 and we had milk delivery. The company had 6 motor trucks and one horse-drawn truck. The last delivery man to arrive got the horse.
During the year 1975-76, I was living in Zürich. We lived halfway up a long hill from the nearest grocery and had milk delivered along with apple juice and beer. When we were going away for the month of April, I asked the secretary at the “Forschungsinstitut für Mathematik” to write a note for the milkman asking him to suspend deliver for the month. “Nonsense,” she replied, “There is no milk delivery in Zürich.” So I asked her to pretend there were, how would you write such a note in German. She expressed astonishment that there was delivery, but she wrote that note.
Ah yes, our doctor made house calls. He had evening office hours for people who had jobs. Ditto our dentist. And businesses actually answered their phones. On the other hand, my family didn’t have a car till my senior year in HS. We didn’t get a TV till I was 13. And, although I barely remember this, my grandmother had an icebox. A man came round in a truck to deliver ice.
We had milk delivery from Carnation when I was a kid. They stopped when I was about 12-13 or so. My collie used to go absolutely apeshit over the milk truck. It was the only vehicle that he would bark at as it came down the alley.
49 yrs old and I remember milk delivery. One day, Mom had a big delivery as she was doing some baking. Milkman left one of the dozen eggs on top of the box and our dog (collie/shepherd mongrel) ate every one of the eggs.
I remember the milk being delivered, eons ago, put into an insulated box on the back step. I cannot imagine such a thing today! I remember Charles Chips delivered, too, said to be the best potato chips in the land. I think they might still be available online as Mr. Sali got a great big can labelled "Charles Chips " a few years ago at Christmas, and he was thrilled to death. The thrill turned to bitter bitter disappointment when he opened it and found it held a bag of pretzels instead of the best potato chips in the land!
One of the things I enjoy about my house is that it still has a milk door and a coal shute.
Don’t keep us in suspense. Tell!
I admit I am slightly puzzled why people “cannot imagine such a thing today”. I mean, delivering milk to an insulated container on a customer’s doorstep is hardly a major undertaking.
Oh oh oh …I remember that!
I also remember skimming my own cream from the freshly milked vat (different place)…the place where I boarded for highschool the son actually had a milk run…yep, he pushed a hand cart laden with glass milk bottles round the neighbourhood…
I remember my parents used to manage a corner dairy in a very small farming community. It was so small that the “ice cream wholesaler (Tip Top) truck” used to visit the nearest strip mall sized town 45 minutes drive away.
Dad used to drive to the town, buy the icecreams on a stick, pack them in bags that had slots for dry ice, then drive back to our place…it was the big treat of the day to go with him…
You’d be surprised. Royal Crest (or local delivery dairy) nearly went under…during the recession they couldn’t understand that it didn’t matter HOW healthy and good tasting their milk was, when it was twice the price as the store, nobody’d buy it.
A friend used to run one of the trucks for awhile, I guess it destroyed his knees, running back and forth like that, with about 30 seconds a house allotted in your shift.
We had a “milk chute” in the kitchen. The milkman would leave the milk through the outside door, and my mother would get it through the inside door. In the colder months my mother also kept a can of bacon grease in the milk chute . . . until one Halloween, when kids took the can and smeared all of our downstairs windows and the car with bacon grease.
The best thing about the milk trucks back in the 50s was that they had huge blocks of ice in the back. We used to hitch a ride and sit on the ice, and see who could go the longest before jumping off. Yes, we had some really frozen genitals back then.
It’s a local dairy, so it’s not a national brand. Unless you live within 50 miles of Carlisle, PA, you’re SOL. It’s also about $2.50 a quart, so that’s why it’s not cheal.