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	<title>Comments on: The history of the milkman: Who killed him?</title>
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		<title>By: CouldBeVeronica</title>
		<link>http://retrorenovation.com/2009/06/03/the-history-of-the-milkman/comment-page-1/#comment-46910</link>
		<dc:creator>CouldBeVeronica</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 21:28:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was born in a small town in NE Central PA in 1969 and don&#039;t remember milk deliveries or milk doors, although my closest neighbor was a dairy farmer.  He sold all his milk to Hershey for many years.  In the 70&#039;s, however, Eppler&#039;s Farm opened a huge farmers market where, in addition to bulk products and produce of all kinds, they sold their own milk in large plastic bags designed to fit into a special plastic pitcher.  I seem to remember the pitcher being a distinctive 70&#039;s brown--but that may just be my memory&#039;s color palette from that era!  They closed down decades ago, but it was VERY popular at the time.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was born in a small town in NE Central PA in 1969 and don&#8217;t remember milk deliveries or milk doors, although my closest neighbor was a dairy farmer.  He sold all his milk to Hershey for many years.  In the 70&#8217;s, however, Eppler&#8217;s Farm opened a huge farmers market where, in addition to bulk products and produce of all kinds, they sold their own milk in large plastic bags designed to fit into a special plastic pitcher.  I seem to remember the pitcher being a distinctive 70&#8217;s brown&#8211;but that may just be my memory&#8217;s color palette from that era!  They closed down decades ago, but it was VERY popular at the time.</p>
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		<title>By: Moonlight Milk</title>
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		<dc:creator>Moonlight Milk</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 18:44:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Moonlight Milk has been delivering in Carlsbad and North County San Diego since 2002!! Milkman still kicking:)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Moonlight Milk has been delivering in Carlsbad and North County San Diego since 2002!! Milkman still kicking:)</p>
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		<title>By: pam kueber</title>
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		<dc:creator>pam kueber</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Feb 2010 18:45:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hey, Bill, I live in Lenox!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey, Bill, I live in Lenox!</p>
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		<title>By: Bill</title>
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		<dc:creator>Bill</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Feb 2010 18:02:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I  was a milkman in Maine for two years Aroostock Farms in Presque Isle. Then i moved to western Mass. and was one for High Lawn Farm in Lee. Mass. for thirty years. The best times of my life. got know a lot of people and watch there kids grow up.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I  was a milkman in Maine for two years Aroostock Farms in Presque Isle. Then i moved to western Mass. and was one for High Lawn Farm in Lee. Mass. for thirty years. The best times of my life. got know a lot of people and watch there kids grow up.</p>
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		<title>By: atomicbowler-dave</title>
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		<dc:creator>atomicbowler-dave</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 21:15:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>There was a small (ever shrinking) firm in our city until fairly recently that still did home deliveries. In the early to mid 70&#039;s we still had at least two competing firms, although they were undoubtedly both much smaller than they once had been. I had the aquaintance of one of the owners at the last survivor and got to have a real hoot driving an old Stand-Up style (the deliveryman actually drove standing up, leaning against a butt-rest and hanging on to the steering wheel!) Divco milk truck around their lot for a while one afternoon in my twenties. Too bad we don&#039;t have things like that in our culture anymore, indeed.
Dave</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There was a small (ever shrinking) firm in our city until fairly recently that still did home deliveries. In the early to mid 70&#8217;s we still had at least two competing firms, although they were undoubtedly both much smaller than they once had been. I had the aquaintance of one of the owners at the last survivor and got to have a real hoot driving an old Stand-Up style (the deliveryman actually drove standing up, leaning against a butt-rest and hanging on to the steering wheel!) Divco milk truck around their lot for a while one afternoon in my twenties. Too bad we don&#8217;t have things like that in our culture anymore, indeed.<br />
Dave</p>
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		<title>By: SaraTinkelman</title>
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		<dc:creator>SaraTinkelman</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 14:19:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Yeah, and the milk came in beautiful *glass* bottles.</description>
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		<title>By: Leslie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Leslie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 02:21:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I remember milk being delivered to our house in Seattle in the 1950&#039;s. I do not recall when it ended or if it went into the 60&#039;s but we moved in late 1963 anyway.
I even remember the name of the delivery man. His name was Art. I recall he not only delivered milk, but also orange juice, eggs, chocolate milk and perhaps a few other things. He was a very nice man. Sometimes my mother would invite him to have coffee. I was born in 1951 so I was pretty young and did not pay much attention to it, but the fact I can remember his name and what he delivered shows the situation had some kind of impression on me. My mother would leave the bottles on the porch with a note saying what she wanted that day. I loved the 50&#039;s and that memory for some reason is a good one. What brought me to this site was the fact I was thinking about it and so I googled the subject and found this site.
Art has probably passed on by now but if you have not, Art, and you delivered milk in Seattle in the 1950&#039;s (I think for the Arden Milk company), thanks for the memories. We lived on 4th NW.
Oh and the bottles of milk came in that metal wiry container with a handle for carrying. Now I will go listen to some music from the 50&#039;s.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember milk being delivered to our house in Seattle in the 1950&#8217;s. I do not recall when it ended or if it went into the 60&#8217;s but we moved in late 1963 anyway.<br />
I even remember the name of the delivery man. His name was Art. I recall he not only delivered milk, but also orange juice, eggs, chocolate milk and perhaps a few other things. He was a very nice man. Sometimes my mother would invite him to have coffee. I was born in 1951 so I was pretty young and did not pay much attention to it, but the fact I can remember his name and what he delivered shows the situation had some kind of impression on me. My mother would leave the bottles on the porch with a note saying what she wanted that day. I loved the 50&#8217;s and that memory for some reason is a good one. What brought me to this site was the fact I was thinking about it and so I googled the subject and found this site.<br />
Art has probably passed on by now but if you have not, Art, and you delivered milk in Seattle in the 1950&#8217;s (I think for the Arden Milk company), thanks for the memories. We lived on 4th NW.<br />
Oh and the bottles of milk came in that metal wiry container with a handle for carrying. Now I will go listen to some music from the 50&#8217;s.</p>
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		<title>By: Susan</title>
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		<dc:creator>Susan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 17:24:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Our house, built in 1955 in Suburban Detroit, had a milk chute (that&#039;s what we called it!) that we sometimes crawled through when we got locked out of the house (when we were very small, of course). We also had a laundry chute inside that delivered the clothes to the basement where the washer and dryer were. My dad was a Detroit and Livonia (our suburb) public school teacher/principal who drove a Twin Pines dairy truck in the summers. I remember sitting on the dashboard and riding with him sometimes. The yellow and green trucks were iconic! Does anybody remember Milky the Clown, their mascot?!?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Our house, built in 1955 in Suburban Detroit, had a milk chute (that&#8217;s what we called it!) that we sometimes crawled through when we got locked out of the house (when we were very small, of course). We also had a laundry chute inside that delivered the clothes to the basement where the washer and dryer were. My dad was a Detroit and Livonia (our suburb) public school teacher/principal who drove a Twin Pines dairy truck in the summers. I remember sitting on the dashboard and riding with him sometimes. The yellow and green trucks were iconic! Does anybody remember Milky the Clown, their mascot?!?</p>
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		<title>By: sumac sue</title>
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		<dc:creator>sumac sue</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2009 02:50:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi, haven&#039;t had a working computer for weeks, and how exciting it is to get back on here in time to discuss the subject of milk delivery.

Around 1967, we moved to northern Kentucky (south of  Cincinnati), and my sister became best friends with a girl whose dad drove a dairy truck for Trauth Dairy (which still is in operation, although I don&#039;t know if they still have home delivery). Our dad was a newspaper editor, and one day my sister came home from her friend&#039;s house and complained, &quot;It&#039;s not fair -- Karen&#039;s dad brings home good stuff like chocolate ice cream, and all our dad brings home is newspapers.&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi, haven&#8217;t had a working computer for weeks, and how exciting it is to get back on here in time to discuss the subject of milk delivery.</p>
<p>Around 1967, we moved to northern Kentucky (south of  Cincinnati), and my sister became best friends with a girl whose dad drove a dairy truck for Trauth Dairy (which still is in operation, although I don&#8217;t know if they still have home delivery). Our dad was a newspaper editor, and one day my sister came home from her friend&#8217;s house and complained, &#8220;It&#8217;s not fair &#8212; Karen&#8217;s dad brings home good stuff like chocolate ice cream, and all our dad brings home is newspapers.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: Julie Rogers</title>
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		<dc:creator>Julie Rogers</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2009 01:24:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Alja, do Oberweis. It&#039;s great. 
And studies have shown returnable glass bottles are actually greener in the long run than organic milk in recyclable bottles. (I&#039;m not sure how they do the math, but there it is.)
We love our Oberweis -- from ice cream to milk. We don&#039;t do home delivery, but only because there are only two of us, so we don&#039;t need milk every week.
But growing up, everyone seemed to have an Oberweis box. I grew up in Aurora, Ill., Oberweis&#039; home. Now, their headquarters are in North Aurora, but I&#039;ll never forget watching them process the milk in the factory in Aurora.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Alja, do Oberweis. It&#8217;s great.<br />
And studies have shown returnable glass bottles are actually greener in the long run than organic milk in recyclable bottles. (I&#8217;m not sure how they do the math, but there it is.)<br />
We love our Oberweis &#8212; from ice cream to milk. We don&#8217;t do home delivery, but only because there are only two of us, so we don&#8217;t need milk every week.<br />
But growing up, everyone seemed to have an Oberweis box. I grew up in Aurora, Ill., Oberweis&#8217; home. Now, their headquarters are in North Aurora, but I&#8217;ll never forget watching them process the milk in the factory in Aurora.</p>
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