I was inspired to write this post by reading another blog entitled “Where Did the Delivery Man Go?” You can read it here.
My grandfather was a milkman. He never had a driver’s licence, however. He delivered the milk by horse and cart. I remember as a child seeing him go clippity clop past my grandparents’ house when I visited. I’m not that old and believe me it was a shock to me. I lived on a busy street in a world class city (Toronto) at the time.
I had never even seen a horse except one time at a city park when a “mounted policeman” was there for a function. I live in Canada and seeing an RCMP officer is not a daily occurrence as some might believe. Most RCMP officers work in offices or precincts, just as FBI officers do. We don’t live in igloos here either.
I do remember having milk, and mail delivery, however. These things have gone by the wayside now so maybe I am old!
Do you remember home delivery?
Cathy Lynn Brooks 
These irreplaceable things have their own charm 🙂
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I was little when milk delivery stopped in our town. Now we look back and wonder how it stayed fresh on the front porch till our moms brought it inside!
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Yes
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I think they likely watched for him and hurried it into the house. No one wants warm or sour milk!
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We still have home mail and milk delivery here in Fargo, N.D. We don’t subscribe to the dairy delivery service, but the people who lived across the street from us until quite recently did so.
My father took a job after WW II as a rural mail carrier with several routes out of our home village and continued until retirement. I don’t believe he retired until close to 70 years old. As one who does not drive a car and has some trouble walking, I wonder how I would receive mail if it were not delivered to my home.
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That’s great!
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