Anyone else have a house with a milk chute?

 

We had an insulated box that sat on the back porch where the milkman would leave the milk, cottage cheese, etc. and pick up the empty bottles. The diary's name was Joppe's, and our milkman's name was Les. Wow, that was 50 years ago, how's that for memory!!!

ProudofhimselfDeWain

Of course, I do have trouble occasionally remembering the names of students that I had 2 years ago.

 

In 1965 Germany was doing the same thing with Beer. The beerman came every morning while we were in morning formation, to the apartments next door (the other side of the fence)

 

One I'venot seen replied to yet:

I remember Granny & Paw's phone number (they passed away last year - he at 96 and she at 94). Their number was TWinbrook 2-6991 (892-6991). In fact, Granny game me one of their tabale-top phones a few years ago that still has their number on it.

DW

 

You guys are breaking my heart.
I rememer the milk box since I was the milk driver!! Funny thing comes to mind about driving the milk truck. My dad was the manager of the dairy and shortly after I started driving we got a brand new Divco milk truck. I can remember my dad telling me..." don't put a scratch or dent in it...understand.??" 'yes, sir yes sir'. Well about the 3rd or 4th day I was down in the garage and it was pitch dark. I was the first of the drivers there so all of the trucks were parked pretty close together. You usually had to go through several to get to yours. Well I started the new Divco up and jambed it in low and took off. I unfortunately forgot about the electrical box on the post next to me and snagged it just aft of the door. It cut about a 3 foot long slice right through the siding just like a can opener. Man was my dad mad. "................................................. .................................................. ..." All those were cuss words before he started chewing me out!!! He finished by saying "well what have you got to say for yourself.?? All I could say was " well, it isn't a dent." That was probably the only time he swore at me in Norwegen.
The last time I saw my dad before he died some 45 years later he still remembered that.

Now the beer box is a new one.!! I can under stand that however as when I was over there about the only thing you could drink safely was beer or wine.

 

We had a milk "chute"...... was about a foot high and a foot wide. It had a white wooden door on the outside and a plywood door on the inside. My grandparents lived about a block away and they also had a coal bin in the basement. It had a steel door about two feet square on the side of the house the coal delivery man would open and shovel coal into.

Do you remember when you went to your friends house you didn't knock on the door you just stood outside and yelled their name. (It wasn't cool to knock)

How about a "go cart" made out of wood with old lawn mower wheels and hinge pins for axles. The motor was your buddy with a push stick.

Fun days.

 

Coal chutes were mentioned.... yeah, in the fall the coal truck would come, set up chutes to the coal bin. It held eight ton, and another ton of pea coal for the water heater. Lots of fun sliding down the chute with the coal.... Grandma did not like it..