Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Oh, yeah, we got milk!

I guess I didn't realize that having a milkman is such a novelty these days. It is pretty cool to start out the week with fresh milk, delivered right to the front door. As busy as we are on the weekend, on Monday, as we start the new week, there will be milk for cereal in the morning and fresh cream for the coffee. A couple things have changed over the years, since I remember getting milk delivered to our house when I was growing up. Our milk box is a Coleman-style cooler and it was about a year ago that the bottle caps changed from the foil tops with the little cardboard circles in the middle to the plastic caps we have now. As to whether or not the milkman wears a white suit, Robin, I honestly don't know because I've never seen him! He comes in the dark of night. Once in a while I may wake up at 4 in the morning and hear the bottles clinking as he puts them in the box, and then listen to the truck drive away. But, I have no idea what he looks like, even though I consider him to be one of the most faithful men in my life. He never fails me. He is as constant as the northern star. Every.single.Monday.morning. Even on holidays -- Christmas morning, even!, I know he'll show up! One year, we were remodeling our front porch. The old cement stoop had been torn up, but nothing had been put down to replace it yet. It was just dirt. That Monday morning, the milk box had been dragged from around the corner, put in it's usual spot with three half-gallons of milk. The dairy is fairly close to where we live and a couple of my kids have visited it. They have a newsletter that comes once a month, so we see pictures of the new calves and there are lots of recipes that call for dairy products. The company also delivers cheese, cookie dough, orange juice and some of the best egg nog you've ever tasted at Christmas time. And if you think the milk bottles are cool, get a load of this cute, pudgy, pint-sized half-n-half bottle! I remember growing up when my aunt and uncle lived in Cleveland in a 1940s style house. They had a milk box built into the house, with a door on the outside and one on the inside, in the kitchen. We thought it was the neatest thing. (They also had a laundry shoot, and boy did we have fun throwing things -- and small kids -- down that). When I was growing up and there were four teenagers in our house, we drank milk like there was no tomorrow. My mom used to buy the powdered stuff, mix it up, and cut it into our "real" milk half and half. She really knew how to stretch a dollar and we drank it so fast, we hardly noticed. In my last post, my uncle left a comment about how he and my mom used to walk to the store to buy milk when they were kids. I remember my mom telling me how she remembered a time when things were pretty tight and the family could only afford a bottle of milk which was for the baby. And a little kid stealing the bottle of milk one morning from their doorstep. They watched him running around the corner with it. My grandmother's comment was that he probably needed it more than they did. When I think of that story, my heart just sinks, for those mothers who wonder each day how they will feed their kids. How blessed I am to have milk, in abundance, brought right to my house.

10 comments:

justabeachkat said...

Great post!

Happy Valentine's Day sweet friend!

Hugs!
Kat

College Daze said...

Haha... I'm surprised you didn't mention anything about the Eggnog ever, but what you said about the milkman is hilarious!

gail@more than a song said...

Great post, I still think it's so cool that you have that Karen! And that is a cute half and half bottle...he brings cheese and orange juice too but cookie dough, oh what fun!

Becky said...

The milkman brings back memories for me too. We used to get our milk delivered when I was a kid but none of my friends at school had a milkman.

I once asked my mom why we got milk delivered instead of buying it at the store. She said it was because when she sent my dad to the store for milk he would come home with $20 worth of groceries we did not need. It was more expensive to get milk delivered but not as expensive as my dad going to get it :)

I love that explanation to this day.

Tristi Pinkston said...

I've never been able to abide powdered milk, cut with real milk or not. I'd rather go milkless!! :) Anymore, though, it costs about the same as the real thing so we're not saving as much, I don't think.

Robin said...

That does it! I want one of those cute bottles - Are there any houses for sale in your neighborhood? LOL

Jen said...

Great story Karen, I hope you and the family have a great day....

Bev said...

I really cannot believe you have a milk man! I seriously didnt think there was anywhere in the country that still did. I sure remember him coming to our home every other day - with six kids we went through it, and now and then we'd sneak a pack of ice cream bars onto the bill! Clinking bottles, love the sound of that!

Stacy at Exceedingly Mundane said...

Another great post, I'm still in awe that anywhere in this great country of ours, you can still have a milkman bring milk to your door! Love that little bottle of half and half. I bet their cheese and eggnog and other stuff are just to-die-for!

SuburbanCorrespondent said...

I'm surprised that milk delivery isn't more popular - every mother I speak with complains about having to run out to the store for bread and milk. I "interviewed" our milkman for my career research project in eighth grade. I thought he had a cool job.

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