As a kid growing up in the 60’s. The neighbor across the street was a milkman. Had 7 kids and the mother didn’t work. Had one car. The kids were well mannered, intelligent,hard workers had paper routes, and didn’t want for much. As the song goes- “Those were the days my friends we thought they’d never end”
My mom remembers her milk delivery man when she was a kid. She said he would give milk to people even if they were behind on their payments because he believed that no child should go without milk.
I remember our milkman as a kid growing up in the 60’s. But the real hero was our milkman when my husband was in grad school in the early 80’s. We were broke, and Marshall, our milkman always gave us credit when our funds were low. He was the best!!!!!
The hardest part of being a paperboy was: 1: Sunday Newspapers which were huge with the comics, coupons, and magazine extras. 2: Trying to get paid by some people!!
YES!!! I delivered the Pittsburgh Press though and luckily we got the coupon/comic section parts early on Thurs and could deliver them Sat if we wanted which I did. Sat was always the thinnest daily paper. Kept the size of my Sun to a minimum.
Well, yeah, my parents mainly would take and, clean dad’s and brothers suits, me and, mom’s long and short dresses and, her slack suits and, jump suits and, all of our nice dress shirts and tops. It was a regular stop to go there though the week and, on the weekend. Dad would go to the bakery himself on a Saturday morning and, when, we had no family staying with us he’d pick us all up our favorite treat. Dad and my brother would always get there haircut at the Barber shop since, it was practically next door, so, me and, mom would sit there and, wait, and, for my patience,I got given a nickel to get a piece of gum or if, I had enough patience the barber would give me a sucker. I was born in the mid 60s and, yes, my mom would have clean cloth diapers delivered. When, I was babysitting in the late 80s, I was babysitting and, the youngest was a boy still in diapers and, even then, they got cloth diapers cleaned and delivered to them for him. But, yeah, there were actually commercials on tv where you still could get this service then. When, I had my kids in the 90s, yes, in the hospital they talked to us about cloth diapers and, diaper delivery service. They were just recommending that you would be better off to buy disposable diapers though, because, of the cloth diapers easily gave babies diaper rash. 8:04
We had so many things delivered: milk man also delivered ice cream & OJ. Avon & Fuller brush, egg lady, Charles chips, standing order with bread man + deserts on Sat., cases of quart size soda pop, paid butcher 6 months in advance & he delivered meat every 10 to your house (customized by season or special events), PB came in buckets that were then used at the beach, Rx from drug store, doctors still made house calls until 1968, Mr Softee custard roamed our town but we had a Tastee Freese on our block, kids were sent to "the gin mill" for a bucket of beer on Fish Fry nite (Friday or Lent). We had a "mudroom" in the back with a commercial upright freezer & a table; if we were not home, most of these guys would just leave their wares there (freezer as well).
Remember a fellow named Louis Bo, owner of Bo's Market in Sunnyvale, CA back in the 50s, dleivered groceries to our house. Always a friendly guy. Sad I never paid him back the nickle I owed him for a pack of Chikletts I boosted from his store when I was five.
I guess there were more deliveries then, because women were stay-at-home housewives who didn't have a car to go to the store. The household usually had only one car and the husband took it to work. At least, this is how it was in my family until my mother also got her own car in the 1960s.
As a kid in the 1960's, I always looked forward to seeing the milk man and mail man. Their deliveries seemed, not only vital, but also a welcome part of our daily routine. We'd have the same guys for many years so we got to know them well. Once a week, a bookmobile would also come to our neighborhood, a sort of library on wheels. We'd climb onboard and select books to read, while returning those we finished.
Does anyone remember incinerators? Every home had a sidewalk that led to the back of the property, where a trashcan was placed to hold used cans. Beside it the paper items would be burned in the incinerator usually the day before the trash man came. He would empty the trashcans, and sweep out the incinerator from an opening in the bottom. When it became obvious this habit was an environment disaster, the incinerators were removed by the city. This occurred around 1965. I still remember the smell of burning paper.
This only became an “environmental disaster” because there are now too many people on the planet. If we kept our population to a billion, we could do a lot of things again.
My home in South Dakota was built in 1960. It still has an incinerator in the basement, although it now serves as the exhaust for my gas furnace and my gas water heater.
The incinerators I saw in Denver were outside. I can't imagine burning trash in the house, but I'm not surprised. I was watching a gardening show where a home owner was griping about the sidewalk in the middle of his back yard. It made me remember incinerators. Have a great day. @@michaelmorrison6540
We still have milk delivery trucks in Washington State called "Smith Brothers", and they've been around for over 100 years. Their milk is always fresh and high quality compared to what you get in the supermarket.
Where I live, the COVID pandemic really hit those ice cream trucks hard. In 2020 and 2021, the ice cream truck would come down our street or stop in a parking lot--and absolutely nobody went up to the truck to buy anything. The truck would leave without making any sales. It was terribly sad.
As a kid I remember Uncle Louie, our Good Humor Man. We also got deliveries from Dugan's Bakery, Cranford Dairy and Sullivan's Butcher Shop. The Morey LaRue man picked up our laundry and delivered it nice and clean. Those were the days. We were not rich either
One thing you forgot was back in the 60’s and 70’s, we had local fruit and vegetable deliveries, a van would drive around and deliver local fresh fruits and vegetables to all the houses
Growing up in SoCal I remember the unforgettable sound of the horn from the Helms bread trucks coming through the neighborhood. All the Moms would run to buy bread and other baked goods. And when parents couldn’t find their kids they waited for the ice cream truck, it was like the pied piper we all came running from down the block hoping for a nickel popsicle. And yes that was when kids actually loved being outside with their friends. Lol.
We absolutely had Helms Bakery come to our neighborhood; two newspaper deliveries; and a milk man. Of course the ice cream man. No coal in our area though. What great days those were!
We had an Electrolux vacuum cleaner service man in the 60’s who made house calls for filter bags and minor repairs. He dressed professionally including a neck tie and jacket. I think he serviced our vacuum needs for almost 20 years. Apparently he made a decent living at it.
I wish we could go back to that time. Life was simpler and you actually knew your neighbors. Growing up, we loved having the different deliveryman. The milkman, the Charlie Chip man, the bread and baked goods man, the icecream man, the poultrier, the red meat man, the coal and wood man, the butter and egg man, the fuel oil man, and who can forget the paper rags woman and kids. I really miss all of these people.....
I'm only 57 and fondly remember our local produce huckster, Chuck, and Mr. Kuhn, the meat, chicken and egg man. The latter was so successful that his family ultimately opened 4 or 5 traditional grocery stores here in SW Pennsylvania. We also had the local beer distributor home deliver cases of Pepsi in the big wooden crates. Everyone was always so pleasant, and their prices were low enough that my parents with a low income could still buy from them. Sorely missed days indeed.
One of my uncles on my mom's side drove a Foremost Milk route and every so often he'd stop by afterward for a visit, bringing my mom samples and new products! I tried some raspberry yogurt for the first time and thought it was the greatest taste ever! He also brought some rose scented cold cream and lotion!
I remember the milkman until Carnation was bought out by Nestle, and they even bought out our local water bottling company! There was also Sears and JCPenney that delivered clothes to your house. There was also donut trucks that delivered donuts and other confections!
@6:05 He talks about the ice cream truck. When I was about 8 or 9 (1960s) there was someone in the neighborhood who owned an ice cream truck. Kept it parked in his driveway and during the summer drove it around the neighborhood and @6:48 The kid who delivered our newspaper also lived in the neighborhood.
Our house had a coal chute and an old coal bin that had shelves full of mason jars by the time we moved in, but the old door was still there. And I had a paper route. If you wanted money as a kid, delivering papers, mowing lawns, and shoveling snow were your only options. I didn't like cutting grass or messing with a snow shovel. I also used to deliver airline tickets for a travel agency when I was in high school. I only missed one delivery due to traffic being crazy that day. Got there a little past five, right after everyone had gone home for the day.
My friend's father was a manager at Carnation Milk Company in the mid 1960s. Many times he had to take off his suit jacket and go out and deliver when drivers did not show up.
I was born in `63, and my parents got their first house when I was in kindergarten. I know we had milk delivery at least through the early 70s. I remember the milk box on our front stoop. It was from Welsh Farms, of Long Valley, NJ. But I have no memory, at least not now, of ever seeing the milk man, or what kind of containers the milk came in. We lived on a semi-rural road, with street mailboxes, and our mail was delivered by a carrier with a right-hand drive jeep. In fact after we all moved to the country in 1985, our carriers still had those jeeps, till the Postal Service came out with those LLV trucks, which they still use now, mostly. The Good Humor man went through the housing developments around our area, but not the type of street we lived on. It's possible they went through the garden apartment complex we lived on before we moved to a house when I was in Kindergarten, but I don't remember. Now we have a Mister Softee truck that comes through our over-55 community.
I remember the Helm's Bakery trucks in Downey CA in 1961. You could smell them coming!! Sometime the driver gave us kids free donuts. I think they were day old but we didn't care at all!!
By the time I came along milk delivery was on waning, my aunt and uncle had it till 1970, they loved the convenience, we couldn't afford the cost. It was funny they showed the Tulsa Tribune, we used to deliver that paper after school, the hardest part was collecting the subscription fee., between the route and mowing lawns we always had pop money. I also remember twice a day mail. I wish I could get into a Way Back machine and return to this simpler time
In the 1950s & 60s, there were department stores in Davenport, Iowa (Petersen's & Parker's) that would have purchases delivered. My little sister & I used to get so excited when "the Petersen man" came in his brown delivery van.
We had a little aluminum box for deliveries when I was a kid, in the 60's. The dairy would put our orders in the box the morning after you asked for something. It was pretty cool. I miss those days. These memories of those times dies with the "Boomers". That makes me quite sad.
Growing up we got milk from the Smith Brothers milkman and when we moved away mom got milk from the grocery store and I was shocked because I didn't know you could get milk at the store..I thought you could only get milk from the milkman!
I can recall later days of common coal heating. Actually a few here and there do still heat with it, but mainly a thing of the past. Miss the newspapers too
One of my earliest memories, maybe when I was just four years old, was of a coal delivery truck making deliveries to our street. In our area, the Dellwood milk trucks were everywhere. They used to give us kids cut-out paper models of the trucks to play with.
During WWII, motorized milk trucks were parked and horse-drawn milk trucks were used. I was a little kid in Philadelphia and clearly remember those rigs. The milkman who serviced our neighborhood loved his horse. The horse knew the route and clip-closed along at the right pace. The milkman had his orders arranged at the back of the truck and just walked back and forth from truck to house, back to truck as the horse moved the truck in perfect time. Then, the milk company put the motorized trucks back in service. The milkman was not happy. Instead of the horse moving his vehicle in synch with the milkman, he now had to start the truck (they were those weird stand-up drive urban delivery trucks) start the engine shift into gear let out the clutch, move forward 20 feet. Hit the brake, shut off engine, get out of truck, grab order, walk to the milk box door on the house, grab the empties, walk back to the truck, get in, step on clutch, start engine, move another 20 feet. Stop truck, over and over and…. I also remember when a horse pulling a trash truck slipped on the icy street, fell, and broke his leg. A bunch of us kids from our street were just a few feet away when the horse fell. A policeman showed up, shooed us away toward our school, and shot the horse. We just accepted that as a fact of life. No crying or emotional breakdowns. We knew that a broken leg meant the horse had to be put down. A couple of wanted to see the cop’s gun.
I think it's more than just daily delivery. We recently had milk service - the delivery person would pick up empties and leave new bottles in a box on our porch. We never say him/her. Amazon/UPS quietly drops off deliveries. Trugreen might knock when he's done with his service, but often not. That's all to say that I think the big difference is the personal interaction that is now gone.
I remember this. Doctor would come, gag me with a toung depressor, paint my throat with some orange colored goo, and give me a penacillin shot. it was horrid! No instrument of torture was left out of his evil black bag!
7:41 I remember the bread man and milk man from the very early 60s when I was only about 5 or 6 I still miss the good humor man but mr softee is still around. We also had a guy that would come around with a truck with fresh fruit and veggies. He would come early just before dinner was being made and another guy with a truck that came by about once a week that would sharpen knives
I was too young to notice the delivery men, back in the late 60's. BUT I DO remember the white and blue Good Humor truck that traveled up our cul-de-sac after dinner. They had this really great Grape Flavored Space Pop, it was purple. And those cardboard push up pops as well. We also had another Ice Cream Truck that was a "Box on Wheels." The ice cream man could stand inside and hand out what you were buying. The Good Humor man had to get out of the truck and serve from the compartments on the side, if memory serves. (This was in New Britain, CT.)
When my family moved to a new neighborhood in 1966, we thought that our neighbors were rich because they had "Charles Chips" and the local dairy farm deliver to their house. I remember my Dad saying they must have "money to burn or they are just too lazy to go to the store"! 🤣
A friend of mine still had a milkman until the mid-90s. I also worked in the ice business, and while home delivery was before my time, I worked with guys that were old enough to have done it.
I lived in an old rental house (1910, I think). My older brother was over one day. When we were in the backyard, he noticed a screen (about 2'x2') on the outside of the kitchen area. He said that it was for the ice delivery. We went inside, and sure enough, in a lower cupboard, there was the place where they received the ice in the earlier 1900s (screened and boarded up.
I remember the milkman driving in the alley behind our house. All the kids would run out to get big chunks of ice from him. Those were the greatest treats you could ever want.
As a kid n Brooklyn I worked at my local grocery store and I helped the grocer fill the orders and then I got on the basket bike and delivered the groceries to the ladies that ordered them as quickly as possible. Yes, the ladies, I can't ever remember delivering to a man, ever. There were multiple deliveries every day and I started doing that as soon as I was able to ride the delivery bike full of groceries without tipping over, lol. I lived right across the street from the grocery store and when I was still too small to use the bike, they would use me to fill in for the regular delivery boy if he was sick, but I was embarrassed delivering the groceries in a grocery cart, lol. As soon as I could ride that bike, I made sure to take that job and not relinquish it until I had to. Most of the people were very nice but some of them were bad tippers, I mean cheap, even for the early 70's. Of course, those were usually the same people that also lived a few flights up, lol.
In South Jersey we have 2 roads here called the White Horse and Black Horse Pike. They were called that because the horses carrying coal would start out on one road carrying coal. They would be white starting out and after delivering coal they would be black from all the coal dust.
My mother and grandmother (we lived in a 2 family) *forbid* us kids from opening the icebox! Ice was a precious commodity! I also remember conspiring with my older brother to forge a note to the milkman to leave us chocolate milk! It didn’t work, but he promised not to tell our mother if we didn’t do it again.
Lots of tv shows and movies have featured these old deliveries. Aunt Bee on Andy Griffith and Alice on the Brady Bunch received deliveries of all kinds. On Little House on the Prairie, Almonzo got very sick working overtime delivering ice. Those are just the ones that come to mind. I'm sure you'll all know lots more.
There's an episode of the three stooges where they are delivering ice to a house on top of a hill with a lot of steps. Also an old movie called The music box where Laurel and Hardy delivers a piano up a flight of steps to a house.
We did back yard camp outs in the summer and would leave a note in the aluminum box on someone’s porch to “leave a quart of chocolate milk” and in another milk box “leave a quart of orange juice” and would then retrieve our loot as soon as the milkman drove to the next house. And the best thing is, none of us grew up to be criminals, we just grew up…..sort of. 😁
The younger generations cannot begin to understand just how unsocial today is. Remember when people in cars and pickups could be clearly seen and people dress up to go somewhere? When a big news story broke and people talked about it, and with strangers, too? When there were popular songs that EVERYONE knew the words to? Back when people could talk about politics and with one on the other side of fence, too? I could go on and on with how social the US use to be.
Back in New York, during the 60's and even the 70's, there were hot dog vendors, who used to push their carts, full of hot dogs, kielbasas, smoked sausages, polish sausages, brats, chips, and soda pops, along and down the streets of our neighborhood, and back then, I could get a hot dog with all the fixings, pack of chips, with an ice cold bottle of pop, for just 40 cents. Of course, that was a lot of dough for a kid to have, back then, unless you was lucky like me, and got hired to be a newspaper boy. I'd earn a penny, for every daily that I'd sell, and an entire nickel, for every Sunday edition that I'd sell, that's on top of the money I was making from my subscriptions deliveries, that was paid separately. Terrible work hours, in all kinds of weather conditions, but it was worth it.
I remember the milk man delivering milk in bottles in the silver cooler you left by your door,and a baker who made the best bread,rolls.Brought right to your house.Was the nicest guy.Those truly were the good old days.
In Australia, soft drink (soda/pop) deliveries were another special treat. Kirks was one such company and offered flavours that weren't available in the stores, making them *extra special.*
Great episode! I also remember a dry cleaning truck, a diaper service truck and a wonderful older man who went door to door selling his farm fresh eggs 🥚. He would always make sure I had at least one “double yolk” egg in the dozen. Obviously I was easily amused.
The first grade school I went to had coal-fired boilers; 3 or 4 times during the winter months, a large dump truck would come into the parking lot (the coal bunkers were under the parking lot), open one of the six large man hole covers, dump his entire load into the man hole, sweep the side spillage into the hole, and then leave. In the summer of 1964, the boilers were converted to natural gas, and I never saw the coal trucks again.
I grew up about 3 miles from the Helms Bakery in Culver City!!! We had a school field trip every year! The bread baking smell was incredible! And at the end we would get a mini loaf of bread to take home!!!
In the early 60’s my cousin delivered TV Guide. He passed the route down to his sister when he got a regular paper route. We lived in Northeast Philadelphia and had a egg man (a farmer who developed a home delivery route). He came each Friday evening with eggs, and he sometimes had fresh produce from his farm. We had a Jack & Jill ice cream man (similar to Good Humor). We had Good Humor too. We still get Mr Softee where I live now, but it’s hit & miss. We never had a local bakery like those mentioned, but we had several bread companies like Freihoffer, Bond and Stroeman as regulars in our neighborhood. They not only had bread but donuts and cookies.
My father used to work for a company that delivered coal to homes and businesses when I was a kid. I remember hearing my elders talk about groceries being delivered along with milk. The milk not so much as we had a family member who was a dairy farmer in the early to mid twentieth century. Love the videos and thank you for a glimpse into the past.
Yeah! That square hole in the side of our house where the Ice Man dropped through his block. This was 1945 to '48 when we got a Frigidaire." Also remember those thin card milk bottle caps with arisen cream (non homogenized back then) just below, ready for dipping-out.
There was diaper delivery services that went well into the 70s. Also, the truck that came by to sharpen knives and lawn mower blades and other yard equipment. That was something that we grew up with in the 70s as well.
When my brother was in Vietnam our mail man would toot his horn when we got a letter from him.
As a kid growing up in the 60’s. The neighbor across the street was a milkman. Had 7 kids and the mother didn’t work. Had one car. The kids were well mannered, intelligent,hard workers had paper routes, and didn’t want for much. As the song goes- “Those were the days my friends we thought they’d never end”
Likely had more than seven kids. 🫢
@@MasterMalrubiusI wonder how many people will get that joke, it was a good one ? 😅 I think you need to understand "the Milkman" to get it.
Also the pastry truck!
@@MasterMalrubiusI get it!! Lol.
My brother had a paper route when he was a kid. We had milk and eggs delivered.
I am 77 and these things were a part of my life, thank goodness.
"About half the little kids in this town have the milkman's handsome jawline and blue eyes..." 😂
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My mom remembers her milk delivery man when she was a kid. She said he would give milk to people even if they were behind on their payments because he believed that no child should go without milk.
@crowgrl13 We had a milkman when I was little. It came in cartons instead of bottles by then but he’d leave eggs and butter if you wanted them.
I remember our milkman as a kid growing up in the 60’s. But the real hero was our milkman when my husband was in grad school in the early 80’s. We were broke, and Marshall, our milkman always gave us credit when our funds were low. He was the best!!!!!
Helms donuts. NOTHING BETTER.
@@baseballmomof8for a second I thought that story was going in a different direction 😳🤣
The hardest part of being a paperboy was: 1: Sunday Newspapers which were huge with the comics, coupons, and magazine extras. 2: Trying to get paid by some people!!
So true!...I have the same memories.
And people who didn't tip!
Especially the Chicago Sunday Tribune. It was huge!
YES!!! I delivered the Pittsburgh Press though and luckily we got the coupon/comic section parts early on Thurs and could deliver them Sat if we wanted which I did. Sat was always the thinnest daily paper. Kept the size of my Sun to a minimum.
Yep, destroyed numerous kickstands on my stingray bike.
One memory that stands out is our local paper boy coming to our door to collect for his delivery 🙂
That was me for 6 years!! Each customer had a card and little dated (receipts) you'd rip off the card. Doubt anybody kept them. Lol
The paperboy we had for a long time was sadly killed in Vietnam. One day read his obituary in the very paper he used to deliver.
In the baby boom it was the diaper service! There was also the local dry cleaner service pickup and delivery. Great era!
I had diaper and training pants delivery service for my kids. One born in 1973 and 1980. They were life savers with having to work outside the home.
Well, yeah, my parents mainly would take and, clean dad’s and brothers suits, me and, mom’s long and short dresses and, her slack suits and, jump suits and, all of our nice dress shirts and tops. It was a regular stop to go there though the week and, on the weekend. Dad would go to the bakery himself on a Saturday morning and, when, we had no family staying with us he’d pick us all up our favorite treat. Dad and my brother would always get there haircut at the Barber shop since, it was practically next door, so, me and, mom would sit there and, wait, and, for my patience,I got given a nickel to get a piece of gum or if, I had enough patience the barber would give me a sucker. I was born in the mid 60s and, yes, my mom would have clean cloth diapers delivered. When, I was babysitting in the late 80s, I was babysitting and, the youngest was a boy still in diapers and, even then, they got cloth diapers cleaned and delivered to them for him. But, yeah, there were actually commercials on tv where you still could get this service then. When, I had my kids in the 90s, yes, in the hospital they talked to us about cloth diapers and, diaper delivery service. They were just recommending that you would be better off to buy disposable diapers though, because, of the cloth diapers easily gave babies diaper rash. 8:04
The a.m. and p.m. editions of the city newspaper….the milk man…Girl Scout cookies…Avon beauty products….
Girl Scout cookies were only 50 cents!
If RUclips had a heart emoji, I would have chosen it for this video. Nothing beat the human touch.
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That era was the best getting everyday staples delivered to your home.
We had so many things delivered: milk man also delivered ice cream & OJ. Avon & Fuller brush, egg lady, Charles chips, standing order with bread man + deserts on Sat., cases of quart size soda pop, paid butcher 6 months in advance & he delivered meat every 10 to your house (customized by season or special events), PB came in buckets that were then used at the beach, Rx from drug store, doctors still made house calls until 1968, Mr Softee custard roamed our town but we had a Tastee Freese on our block, kids were sent to "the gin mill" for a bucket of beer on Fish Fry nite (Friday or Lent).
We had a "mudroom" in the back with a commercial upright freezer & a table; if we were not home, most of these guys would just leave their wares there (freezer as well).
Remember a fellow named Louis Bo, owner of Bo's Market in Sunnyvale, CA back in the 50s, dleivered groceries to our house. Always a friendly guy. Sad I never paid him back the nickle I owed him for a pack of Chikletts I boosted from his store when I was five.
I agree, there was more socialising back then. Miss it.
I guess there were more deliveries then, because women were stay-at-home housewives who didn't have a car to go to the store. The household usually had only one car and the husband took it to work. At least, this is how it was in my family until my mother also got her own car in the 1960s.
As a kid in the 1960's, I always looked forward to seeing the milk man and mail man. Their deliveries seemed, not only vital, but also a welcome part of our daily routine. We'd have the same guys for many years so we got to know them well. Once a week, a bookmobile would also come to our neighborhood, a sort of library on wheels. We'd climb onboard and select books to read, while returning those we finished.
I was 7 when the bookmobile started coming every Wednesday afternoon and parked directly across the street. I seriously thought I was in heaven!
Me too. I was born in 1959. Deliveries were the highlight of the morning. Man, do I miss that time.
Our milkman would give us kids a special treat: a piece of ice to suck on!
I also remember the Heating oil truck deliveries to fill your Heating oil tanks.
I still have oil delivery.
That still exists in rural areas.
Does anyone remember incinerators? Every home had a sidewalk that led to the back of the property, where a trashcan was placed to hold used cans. Beside it the paper items would be burned in the incinerator usually the day before the trash man came. He would empty the trashcans, and sweep out the incinerator from an opening in the bottom. When it became obvious this habit was an environment disaster, the incinerators were removed by the city. This occurred around 1965. I still remember the smell of burning paper.
Yep, we had one. Very handy and kept the cellar nice and toasty during the brutal New England winters.
This only became an “environmental disaster” because there are now too many people on the planet. If we kept our population to a billion, we could do a lot of things again.
Our rest stops had them in the bathroom s
My home in South Dakota was built in 1960. It still has an incinerator in the basement, although it now serves as the exhaust for my gas furnace and my gas water heater.
The incinerators I saw in Denver were outside. I can't imagine burning trash in the house, but I'm not surprised. I was watching a gardening show where a home owner was griping about the sidewalk in the middle of his back yard. It made me remember incinerators. Have a great day. @@michaelmorrison6540
We still have milk delivery trucks in Washington State called "Smith Brothers", and they've been around for over 100 years. Their milk is always fresh and high quality compared to what you get in the supermarket.
Yep. We had deliveries in Seattle through the 80s. I recently moved to Kent, pretty close to one of those farms.
Every time I see something about ice delivery, I think of the 3 stooges episode with all the flights of stairs going up a hillside.
"It IS ketchup, you numbskull."
- Moe, to Curly, "An Ache in Every Stake"
Laurel and Hardy had an episode like that. Only they were trying to deliver a piano, I think.
I remember that episode. Curly starts out with a huge chunk of ice. By the time he gets to the door he only has a little ice cube.😄😄😄
@@glennso47I remember that episode. The steps that they had to get the piano up are still there and has a plaque at the bottom.
He gives the woman the ice cube tucked into her pocket-“Free sample!” 😂
I remember the coal truck dumping the coal into our coal bins. And we still have an ice cream truck that comes with the fun music playing 😊
Yeah, but I’ll bet that Hoodsie Rocket isn’t 3 cents anymore!
Where I live, the COVID pandemic really hit those ice cream trucks hard. In 2020 and 2021, the ice cream truck would come down our street or stop in a parking lot--and absolutely nobody went up to the truck to buy anything. The truck would leave without making any sales. It was terribly sad.
@@monkeygraborange No but at least the kids will have a nice memory when they reach our age and I smile every time the truck comes
The children in your neighborhood are so lucky!
@@karenk2409 It's fun to watch their faces as well as some adults who will get a treat as well
I really enjoy watching your videos of the past
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As a kid I remember Uncle Louie, our Good Humor Man. We also got deliveries from Dugan's Bakery, Cranford Dairy and Sullivan's Butcher Shop. The Morey LaRue man picked up our laundry and delivered it nice and clean. Those were the days. We were not rich either
One thing you forgot was back in the 60’s and 70’s, we had local fruit and vegetable deliveries, a van would drive around and deliver local fresh fruits and vegetables to all the houses
Growing up in SoCal I remember the unforgettable sound of the horn from the Helms bread trucks coming through the neighborhood. All the Moms would run to buy bread and other baked goods. And when parents couldn’t find their kids they waited for the ice cream truck, it was like the pied piper we all came running from down the block hoping for a nickel popsicle. And yes that was when kids actually loved being outside with their friends. Lol.
We absolutely had Helms Bakery come to our neighborhood; two newspaper deliveries; and a milk man. Of course the ice cream man. No coal in our area though. What great days those were!
I remember the Charles Chip Deliveryman. The ice cream man still comes around my house and I do see kids getting ice cream and popsicles.
I remember the distinctive whistle of the Helms Bakery Truck.
We had an Electrolux vacuum cleaner service man in the 60’s who made house calls for filter bags and minor repairs. He dressed professionally including a neck tie and jacket. I think he serviced our vacuum needs for almost 20 years. Apparently he made a decent living at it.
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Charles Chips!!!! wonder bread delivered to our neighbor.
You must have grown up in the Maryland/ Pennsylvania area! I still love Charles Chips. Especially the pretzels!
Charles Chips were based out of Lancaster County, Pa.
I wish we could go back to that time. Life was simpler and you actually knew your neighbors. Growing up, we loved having the different deliveryman. The milkman, the Charlie Chip man, the bread and baked goods man, the icecream man, the poultrier, the red meat man, the coal and wood man, the butter and egg man, the fuel oil man, and who can forget the paper rags woman and kids. I really miss all of these people.....
I agree with you. When i see this it makes me long for this.
We would sometimes get doughnuts from the bread man, too.
I'm only 57 and fondly remember our local produce huckster, Chuck, and Mr. Kuhn, the meat, chicken and egg man. The latter was so successful that his family ultimately opened 4 or 5 traditional grocery stores here in SW Pennsylvania. We also had the local beer distributor home deliver cases of Pepsi in the big wooden crates. Everyone was always so pleasant, and their prices were low enough that my parents with a low income could still buy from them. Sorely missed days indeed.
One of my uncles on my mom's side drove a Foremost Milk route and every so often he'd stop by afterward for a visit, bringing my mom samples and new products! I tried some raspberry yogurt for the first time and thought it was the greatest taste ever! He also brought some rose scented cold cream and lotion!
I remember the milkman until Carnation was bought out by Nestle, and they even bought out our local water bottling company! There was also Sears and JCPenney that delivered clothes to your house. There was also donut trucks that delivered donuts and other confections!
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@6:05 He talks about the ice cream truck. When I was about 8 or 9 (1960s) there was someone in the neighborhood who owned an ice cream truck. Kept it parked in his driveway and during the summer drove it around the neighborhood and @6:48 The kid who delivered our newspaper also lived in the neighborhood.
Our house had a coal chute and an old coal bin that had shelves full of mason jars by the time we moved in, but the old door was still there. And I had a paper route. If you wanted money as a kid, delivering papers, mowing lawns, and shoveling snow were your only options. I didn't like cutting grass or messing with a snow shovel. I also used to deliver airline tickets for a travel agency when I was in high school. I only missed one delivery due to traffic being crazy that day. Got there a little past five, right after everyone had gone home for the day.
In Tulsa there was Barnes-Manley laundry. They had a fleet of trucks that would pickup and deliver laundry and cleaning.
My friend's father was a manager at Carnation Milk Company in the mid 1960s. Many times he had to take off his suit jacket and go out and deliver when drivers did not show up.
OBERWEIS still delivers dairy. At least in parts of the Midwest. And news came by TV, newspaper and radio. Do not forget radio.
I was born in `63, and my parents got their first house when I was in kindergarten. I know we had milk delivery at least through the early 70s. I remember the milk box on our front stoop. It was from Welsh Farms, of Long Valley, NJ. But I have no memory, at least not now, of ever seeing the milk man, or what kind of containers the milk came in. We lived on a semi-rural road, with street mailboxes, and our mail was delivered by a carrier with a right-hand drive jeep. In fact after we all moved to the country in 1985, our carriers still had those jeeps, till the Postal Service came out with those LLV trucks, which they still use now, mostly. The Good Humor man went through the housing developments around our area, but not the type of street we lived on. It's possible they went through the garden apartment complex we lived on before we moved to a house when I was in Kindergarten, but I don't remember. Now we have a Mister Softee truck that comes through our over-55 community.
I remember the Helm's Bakery trucks in Downey CA in 1961. You could smell them coming!! Sometime the driver gave us kids free donuts. I think they were day old but we didn't care at all!!
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By the time I came along milk delivery was on waning, my aunt and uncle had it till 1970, they loved the convenience, we couldn't afford the cost. It was funny they showed the Tulsa Tribune, we used to deliver that paper after school, the hardest part was collecting the subscription fee., between the route and mowing lawns we always had pop money. I also remember twice a day mail. I wish I could get into a Way Back machine and return to this simpler time
Milk man bringing, orange juice, eggs and pizza.
My staple growing up.
Pizza? The milk man brought pizza?
@@donnadrane4977 The milk man other business was Cousimano's Pizza in South Gate, California in 1975.
Pizza?!
In the 1950s & 60s, there were department stores in Davenport, Iowa (Petersen's & Parker's) that would have purchases delivered. My little sister & I used to get so excited when "the Petersen man" came in his brown delivery van.
We had a little aluminum box for deliveries when I was a kid, in the 60's. The dairy would put our orders in the box the morning after you asked for something. It was pretty cool. I miss those days. These memories of those times dies with the "Boomers". That makes me quite sad.
Growing up we got milk from the Smith Brothers milkman and when we moved away mom got milk from the grocery store and I was shocked because I didn't know you could get milk at the store..I thought you could only get milk from the milkman!
As a youngster, in Baton Rouge, I remember the Keane's Laundry regularly scheduled pickup and delivery service.
We had a laundry that would deliver freshly washed clothes.
The Helms truck had the best doughnuts.
I can recall later days of common coal heating. Actually a few here and there do still heat with it, but mainly a thing of the past.
Miss the newspapers too
We had the vegetable delivery truck, that toured the neighborhood. Mike Saleman in Covington, Ky
One of my earliest memories, maybe when I was just four years old, was of a coal delivery truck making deliveries to our street.
In our area, the Dellwood milk trucks were everywhere. They used to give us kids cut-out paper models of the trucks to play with.
Yes, Dellwood!
During WWII, motorized milk trucks were parked and horse-drawn milk trucks were used. I was a little kid in Philadelphia and clearly remember those rigs. The milkman who serviced our neighborhood loved his horse. The horse knew the route and clip-closed along at the right pace. The milkman had his orders arranged at the back of the truck and just walked back and forth from truck to house, back to truck as the horse moved the truck in perfect time.
Then, the milk company put the motorized trucks back in service. The milkman was not happy. Instead of the horse moving his vehicle in synch with the milkman, he now had to start the truck (they were those weird stand-up drive urban delivery trucks) start the engine shift into gear let out the clutch, move forward 20 feet. Hit the brake, shut off engine, get out of truck, grab order, walk to the milk box door on the house, grab the empties, walk back to the truck, get in, step on clutch, start engine, move another 20 feet. Stop truck, over and over and….
I also remember when a horse pulling a trash truck slipped on the icy street, fell, and broke his leg. A bunch of us kids from our street were just a few feet away when the horse fell. A policeman showed up, shooed us away toward our school, and shot the horse. We just accepted that as a fact of life. No crying or emotional breakdowns. We knew that a broken leg meant the horse had to be put down. A couple of wanted to see the cop’s gun.
My grandfather was a Borden milkman. I have a picture of him with his horse and trailer!
My FIL delivered for Sealtest in Phila
I remember the Fuller Brush man and catalog. Also Watkins
I remember the Fuller Brush man and catalog, and Watkins.
I think it's more than just daily delivery. We recently had milk service - the delivery person would pick up empties and leave new bottles in a box on our porch. We never say him/her. Amazon/UPS quietly drops off deliveries. Trugreen might knock when he's done with his service, but often not. That's all to say that I think the big difference is the personal interaction that is now gone.
I remember when local dry cleaners delivered clothes. We had milk delivery up until about 1968. The fresh cold chocolate milk was really great
There was a time Doctor's would come to your house if you were too sick to get to him.
I remember this. Doctor would come, gag me with a toung depressor, paint my throat with some orange colored goo, and give me a penacillin shot. it was horrid! No instrument of torture was left out of his evil black bag!
7:41 I remember the bread man and milk man from the very early 60s when I was only about 5 or 6
I still miss the good humor man but mr softee is still around. We also had a guy that would come around with a truck with fresh fruit and veggies. He would come early just before dinner was being made and another guy with a truck that came by about once a week that would sharpen knives
Our milkman delivered that delicious chocolate milk. He was my hero! I also adored the Charles Chips delivery man.
I was too young to notice the delivery men, back in the late 60's. BUT I DO remember the white and blue Good Humor truck that traveled up our cul-de-sac after dinner. They had this really great Grape Flavored Space Pop, it was purple. And those cardboard push up pops as well. We also had another Ice Cream Truck that was a "Box on Wheels." The ice cream man could stand inside and hand out what you were buying. The Good Humor man had to get out of the truck and serve from the compartments on the side, if memory serves. (This was in New Britain, CT.)
When my family moved to a new neighborhood in 1966, we thought that our neighbors were rich because they had "Charles Chips" and the local dairy farm deliver to their house. I remember my Dad saying they must have "money to burn or they are just too lazy to go to the store"! 🤣
The Coal truck that delivered cosl to your cellar in the city
A friend of mine still had a milkman until the mid-90s. I also worked in the ice business, and while home delivery was before my time, I worked with guys that were old enough to have done it.
Yeah! We had a milkman at my house growing up into the 80s, at least.
I lived in an old rental house (1910, I think). My older brother was over one day. When we were in the backyard, he noticed a screen (about 2'x2') on the outside of the kitchen area. He said that it was for the ice delivery. We went inside, and sure enough, in a lower cupboard, there was the place where they received the ice in the earlier 1900s (screened and boarded up.
Miss the milkman with the Divco truck, our town had home delivery until the mid 80's.
I'm a new jerseyan. I recall a vendor who delivered eggs. Another vendor had a horse drawn wagon that delivered fruits and vegetables in summer.that
I remember the milkman driving in the alley behind our house. All the kids would run out to get big chunks of ice from him. Those were the greatest treats you could ever want.
As a kid n Brooklyn I worked at my local grocery store and I helped the grocer fill the orders and then I got on the basket bike and delivered the groceries to the ladies that ordered them as quickly as possible. Yes, the ladies, I can't ever remember delivering to a man, ever. There were multiple deliveries every day and I started doing that as soon as I was able to ride the delivery bike full of groceries without tipping over, lol. I lived right across the street from the grocery store and when I was still too small to use the bike, they would use me to fill in for the regular delivery boy if he was sick, but I was embarrassed delivering the groceries in a grocery cart, lol. As soon as I could ride that bike, I made sure to take that job and not relinquish it until I had to. Most of the people were very nice but some of them were bad tippers, I mean cheap, even for the early 70's. Of course, those were usually the same people that also lived a few flights up, lol.
We got news over the radio also.
In South Jersey we have 2 roads here called the White Horse and Black Horse Pike. They were called that because the horses carrying coal would start out on one road carrying coal. They would be white starting out and after delivering coal they would be black from all the coal dust.
Oh wow! I live in PA and traveled those roads often and now I know where they got their name from. Thank you for sharing!
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My mother and grandmother (we lived in a 2 family) *forbid* us kids from opening the icebox! Ice was a precious commodity! I also remember conspiring with my older brother to forge a note to the milkman to leave us chocolate milk! It didn’t work, but he promised not to tell our mother if we didn’t do it again.
Doctor would also make house calls.
Lots of tv shows and movies have featured these old deliveries. Aunt Bee on Andy Griffith and Alice on the Brady Bunch received deliveries of all kinds. On Little House on the Prairie, Almonzo got very sick working overtime delivering ice. Those are just the ones that come to mind. I'm sure you'll all know lots more.
There's an episode of the three stooges where they are delivering ice to a house on top of a hill with a lot of steps. Also an old movie called The music box where Laurel and Hardy delivers a piano up a flight of steps to a house.
@richardshermanjr1899 oh yeah! I've seen both of those! I knew people would remind me of some great shows featuring deliveries!
We did back yard camp outs in the summer and would leave a note in the aluminum box on someone’s porch to “leave a quart of chocolate milk” and in another milk box “leave a quart of orange juice” and would then retrieve our loot as soon as the milkman drove to the next house. And the best thing is, none of us grew up to be criminals, we just grew up…..sort of. 😁
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“Rascals” is a very apropos description of who we were in the 60s, good call.
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Was a paperboy for 6 years. Delivered the evening paper so Sunday morn was the only morning for me. I thought I was rich back then.
The younger generations cannot begin to understand just how unsocial today is.
Remember when people in cars and pickups could be clearly seen and people dress up to go somewhere?
When a big news story broke and people talked about it, and with strangers, too?
When there were popular songs that EVERYONE knew the words to?
Back when people could talk about politics and with one on the other side of fence, too?
I could go on and on with how social the US use to be.
Social media made us LESS social 😢
I remember the bakery man coming to our door with fresh bread. I remember the God Humor Man and the Mister Softee truck. This was in the early 1960's.
I remeber these.
We didn't get a chip or bread truck, but we did have a Milk Man and the Fuller Brush man!
Back in New York, during the 60's and even the 70's, there were hot dog vendors, who used to push their carts, full of hot dogs, kielbasas, smoked sausages, polish sausages, brats, chips, and soda pops, along and down the streets of our neighborhood, and back then, I could get a hot dog with all the fixings, pack of chips, with an ice cold bottle of pop, for just 40 cents. Of course, that was a lot of dough for a kid to have, back then, unless you was lucky like me, and got hired to be a newspaper boy. I'd earn a penny, for every daily that I'd sell, and an entire nickel, for every Sunday edition that I'd sell, that's on top of the money I was making from my subscriptions deliveries, that was paid separately. Terrible work hours, in all kinds of weather conditions, but it was worth it.
We used to have a lady delivering aqualina ( bleach). She came around every other week.
Did anyone else notice the chicken laying on top of the icebox? Plucked but with its feet still on. 😂
Good eyes!
Schwan's is the only thing that came out in the country where we lived back in the good old days! UPS would too if we ordered anything.
Was FedEx around then? I don’t remember them until relatively recently.
@@glennso47 I just remember UPS because, I never seen FedEx.
Growing up in Baltimore I remember the REA truck (Railroad Express Agency) in the 1950s zipping down our street.
I remember the milk man delivering milk in bottles in the silver cooler you left by your door,and a baker who made the best bread,rolls.Brought right to your house.Was the nicest guy.Those truly were the good old days.
In Australia, soft drink (soda/pop) deliveries were another special treat. Kirks was one such company and offered flavours that weren't available in the stores, making them *extra special.*
Great episode! I also remember a dry cleaning truck, a diaper service truck and a wonderful older man who went door to door selling his farm fresh eggs 🥚. He would always make sure I had at least one “double yolk” egg in the dozen. Obviously I was easily amused.
The first grade school I went to had coal-fired boilers; 3 or 4 times during the winter months, a large dump truck would come into the parking lot (the coal bunkers were under the parking lot), open one of the six large man hole covers, dump his entire load into the man hole, sweep the side spillage into the hole, and then leave. In the summer of 1964, the boilers were converted to natural gas, and I never saw the coal trucks again.
I grew up about 3 miles from the Helms Bakery in Culver City!!! We had a school field trip every year! The bread baking smell was incredible! And at the end we would get a mini loaf of bread to take home!!!
In the early 60’s my cousin delivered TV Guide. He passed the route down to his sister when he got a regular paper route.
We lived in Northeast Philadelphia and had a egg man (a farmer who developed a home delivery route). He came each Friday evening with eggs, and he sometimes had fresh produce from his farm.
We had a Jack & Jill ice cream man (similar to Good Humor). We had Good Humor too. We still get Mr Softee where I live now, but it’s hit & miss.
We never had a local bakery like those mentioned, but we had several bread companies like Freihoffer, Bond and Stroeman as regulars in our neighborhood. They not only had bread but donuts and cookies.
I missed out on all that in my 60s hometown as we had mom and pop stores all over town. Those items were delivered to them.
My father used to work for a company that delivered coal to homes and businesses when I was a kid. I remember hearing my elders talk about groceries being delivered along with milk. The milk not so much as we had a family member who was a dairy farmer in the early to mid twentieth century. Love the videos and thank you for a glimpse into the past.
Yeah!
That square hole in the side of our house where the Ice Man dropped through his block.
This was 1945 to '48 when we got a Frigidaire."
Also remember those thin card milk bottle caps with arisen cream (non homogenized back then) just below, ready for dipping-out.
I remember all of these except the Iceman making deliveries.
Now I feel like listening to Lord Huron...
And the delivery guys got to know your wife well enough to have couple of kids, so he had to remember the names!!!
Our Helms driver was named Barney. They had the best cream puffs!
Thank you.
6:55 Why are the kids watching a test pattern on the tv? 😆😆😆
There was diaper delivery services that went well into the 70s. Also, the truck that came by to sharpen knives and lawn mower blades and other yard equipment. That was something that we grew up with in the 70s as well.