Top 25 things vanishing from America: #10 -- The Milkman
Filed under: Food
This series explores aspects of America that may soon be just a memory -- some to be missed, some gladly left behind. From the least impactful to the most, here are 25 bits of vanishing America.
When my dad was a kid, milk didn't come in the normal, civilized way--packed in a waxed cardboard carton from the supermarket. No, his family had had it delivered early in the morning by a white-clad emissary from the local dairy. While my father had never actually seen the milkman, he had taken the man's existence for granted. After all, like those other spectral deliverymen, Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny, the milkman had always left proof of his existence behind, in the form of glass milk bottles and the occasional carton of sour cream.
I had always regarded my dad's milkman tales with more than a little bit of skepticism. Like putting playing cards on the spokes of one's bicycle tires or walking to school, it seemed to me that the milkman was one of those things that sounds a lot cooler than it actually is. One year, however, we went to stay with some family friends who lived outside London. The Vernoski's had milk delivery, and a couple of mornings a week, frosty milk bottles would find their way to the stoop, ready to drink. One day, eager to give me a taste of the joys of his childhood, my father paid to have an extra bottle dropped off.
The milk was amazing. When we first got it, there was a little stripe of whole cream poised at the neck of the bottle. Although I was ready to suck it down as is, my father was adamant that we had to do this the right way. He shook up the milk and poured me a thick, cold glass. Even after his homestyle homogenizing, the milk still was unevenly mixed, and I could feel the whole cream on my lips, rich, sweet, and slightly oily. It was delicious.
Since then, I've occasionally bought the premium milk from the grocery store, but it really isn't the same; in fact, the closest that I've come to the experience of the English milkman milk has been organic cream-top yogurt, which is a wonderful little indulgence from time to time. On the bright side, the milkman seems to be making something of a comeback in the United States, and Winder Farms has a little website where they note some of the milk companies that do home delivery in various areas. If you're lucky enough to be in a place where you can get milk brought to your door, enjoy some for me!
Bruce Watson is a freelance writer, blogger, and all-around cheapskate. The saddest thing about the disappearance of the milkman is the disappearance of milkman jokes.
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Reader Comments (Page 1 of 1)
7-15-2008 @ 6:21AM
cliff turner said...
When I lived in Denver, they still had home delivery from Sinton Dairy, and now they have Royal Crest Dairy who delivers to homes. My daughter still lives in Denver and get home delivery which I think is really neat.
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7-15-2008 @ 11:07AM
jd said...
Winder farms delivers in my area of Las Vegas, Summerlin, but they're not the glass milk bottles I remember so well when I lived in England in the early 1980's. You can buy the non homogenized milk in those glass milk bottles though in Whole Foods here. The milk comes from the Straus Family Creamery (organic) in Calif.. They charge a deposit on the bottles, which I pay but never return.
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7-15-2008 @ 9:25PM
AVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAV said...
In Naperville, IL (just 1/2 hour out of Chicago) and other nearby suburbs, you can get fresh hormone-free milk delivered (in glass bottles!) every week. It costs more than the milk at the grocery store ($3.19-3.39 per 1/2 gallon), but I can tell you it's definitely worth it!
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7-15-2008 @ 10:33PM
Veronica said...
I wish we could still get milk delivered to our front door,I remember as a kid the milkman would lave milk,cheese,butter and eggs to our front door it was nice.
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7-19-2008 @ 4:09PM
colleen said...
yes veronica..those were the days! i remember our milkman..i went to school with his son. he would bring the milk in the morning as we were leaving for school and our house was one of the last on the route so he had a chance to chat with my mother. i wish my kids could have experienced the milk out of a glass bottle! no comparison to these days! my dad said when he was a kid in the winter the milk would freeze and the cream would come to the tops of the bottles and they would "raid" the bottles of neighbors for the frozen cream! why did it all have to change?
7-15-2008 @ 10:54PM
Milk man's daughter said...
My father was a milkman in North Carolina. He delivered milk and other dairy products. He worked very long days. The dairy he worked for bought milk from farmers and homogenized and pasteurized it at their local plant. They went out of business a long time ago.
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7-16-2008 @ 9:01AM
Mar said...
I remember homogenized milk delivered in quart bottles (in
the 50's) to our door on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. The milk tasted so fresh back then, especially with the homemade pancakes with homemade syrup, my mom cooked weekly. ( I had to add that in); good food back then. Today with milk lasting longer, encourages wonder of its actual nutritional value. The taste is definitely different.
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7-16-2008 @ 9:01AM
Mar said...
I remember homogenized milk delivered in quart bottles (in
the 50's) to our door on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. The milk tasted so fresh back then, especially with the homemade pancakes with homemade syrup, my mom cooked weekly. ( I had to add that in); good food back then. Today with milk lasting longer, encourages wonder of its actual nutritional value. The taste is definitely different.
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7-16-2008 @ 9:01AM
Mar said...
I remember homogenized milk delivered in quart bottles (in
the 50's) to our door on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. The milk tasted so fresh back then, especially with the homemade pancakes with homemade syrup, my mom cooked weekly. ( I had to add that in); good food back then. Today with milk lasting longer, encourages wonder of its actual nutritional value. The taste is definitely different.
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7-17-2008 @ 6:27PM
gy said...
milk is delivered to over 6000 homes in orange county, ca
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7-19-2008 @ 1:15PM
jeff milling said...
Believe it or not I am a milkman! My company is Udderly Delicious, we do home delivery of glass bottled milk, gourmet meat and seafood, we service Staten Island and parts of New Jersey our site is udderlydeliciousmilk.com. Last of a dying breed perhaps,but not gone!!!
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7-19-2008 @ 1:16PM
Bruce Watson said...
Jeff-
That's great to hear--let me know when you extend you service to the Bronx!
7-19-2008 @ 2:48PM
Milkman's wife said...
My late husband was the last home delivery driver here in Cleveland for Dairyman's Milk Co. He was a milkman for 38years and had many a good story to tell when he came home. Our children (5) remember the good times around Christmas when he brought home all kinds of "goodies" and enough money for christmas presents. He enjoyed his job, now that he is gone, I realize all the hard work he put in to take care of his family. Being a milkman was not the best paying job in the land, but it kept our family going. God bless him.
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7-21-2008 @ 9:36AM
Kip the Milkman's Son said...
My father worked for Bolgos Dairy as a milkman for over 33 years starting in the late 40's in Ann Arbor, MI. I know some of you remember him and or at least Bolgos dairy with fond memories.
Starting at the ripe old age of about 4 (yes 4) I had the honor and privilege to go to work with him many a mornings he woke up at 1 am. (So he could be done by 11. Am.) I actually loved going so much that I somehow found myself getting out of bed in the middle of the night and sleeping in the hallway with 8 stairs below me! Of course dad had to pick me up so I wouldn't roll down the stairs and hurt myself. I always woke up ... and begged to go with him. He gave in most times, honestly some of my best childhood memories. This is where I learned about his work ethic (and later in my life) making it to all 200 plus stops 5 days a week rain or snow. As well how important he was to his customers that left little notes for special request of Eggnog (in season, wow how I loved that stuff) extra 1/2 gallon of whole milk, butter, 1/2 pint of cream, and of course Dutch butter pecan Ice cream or many others, that were made right there at the Family owned and worked farm. those were special times. I am as proud as I can be to be my father's milkman's son. Thank you Dad you and your profession are both missed but not forgotten!!
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7-21-2008 @ 10:40AM
Keegan said...
I married a milkman. He was a milkman for 28 years and the company he worked for Rockview dairies still delivers milk in LA and Orange Co. Our son and his family still enjoy getting their deliveries.
When you shop at places like Trader Joe's it's their name on the label but it is Rockview's products.
So if you would like your milk delivered call Rockview and see if you are on their route.
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7-21-2008 @ 4:16PM
gy said...
We deliver milk to over 6000 homes in orange county, ca
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7-21-2008 @ 9:25PM
Chris said...
My father was a milkman for Bordens the day I was born and was a milkman with Sicomac Dairy in New Jersey for 25 years. The milkman is the last of the great working men. Days the mail didn't make it, the milk surely did. Many nights in my aly teens he would take me with him during summer vacation and boy did i get a lesson! The man woke at midnight and left the house by 12:30 for the drive into the dairy. He would go to the depot, load an entire Divco {yes a real milktruck} and then drive around to ice it down at the giant ice machine. I can still smell the ammonia smell in the cold night air. Off we went for hours and hours, hose by house, each with another funny story from over 15 years of experiences. We would meet the Entemans man early and he would trade danish for milk, the paperboy for chocolate milk. The man worked till 2 PM in the afternoon when we backed in to the depot and he made me unload a neverending trail of metal cases and glass bottles. 6 days a week till a heart attack took him from us in 1988. He died the way alot of mikmen did from heard work and a hard life. He taught me that if you want someting in this life you need to work hard to support your family. I miss him very much. Rest in peace Dad. You are missed and you are loved.
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