Growing up most households where I lived would have their milk delivered to the doorstep so it was not uncommon to see. With most people choosing to go to the supermarket to do their shopping now this sight has become a rarity.
I remember the birds pecking at the foil lids to get to the top layer of cream and the lid lifting in freezing weather as the milk froze in the bottle.
This was on the doorstep of te ground floor of a block of flats.
I grew up with the same! And we had deliveries in our current house until about 6 years ago when the guy kept coming so late, the milk was spoiled. Still my favourite way to receive a daily pinta and would love that service back.
We kids used to look forward to “Hal the Milkman” coming. He would give us little chips off his ice and give us rides to the end of the block on his truck (no further!) Way later when I first met my husband, I found out Hal the Milkman was my father in law’s brother!
Always a lovely sight to see, there are still a few milk delivery firms around and just like the old days they deliver more than milk - our neighbours used to get a delivery before they moved. I think when we were young it was rare to get it any other way.
Great memories for people of our age. Even in junior school they used to give us as much milk in glass bottles as we wanted. Nowadays them come in cartons and drinking a lot of milk is not hygeinic any more.
I still get my milk delivered in bottles and have done for over 50 years...the milkman only delivers every other day now though and comes at about 6am. I feel a little sorry for him there are so few people on our estate who use his excellent service. He also delivers fresh local farm eggs too.
I enjoyed you photo and hearing your memories, especially about the birds getting to the cream. My parents used to go to a dairy farm and pick up a gallon jar of milk for the week. I remember the cream settling on the top. So interesting. I'm glad I learned about where our groceries came from at a young age.
