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bodger

Milk Bottles. Going! Going Gone!

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-29327881

I thought that they'd already gone. While the milk giants might argue that plastic milk cartons are eminently recyclable, glass milk bottles most definitely were.
They were collected and reused time and time again and their demise, is surely yet another sign of our 'throw a worlds' onward march. I hesitate to say forward march, because IMO, I don't think we are going in the right direction.
RIP the glass milk bottle, along side brown paper bags and many other useful items that have all but disappeared.
sod

Ours are long gone  
Seabird

Another soundtrack now for the archives - the rattle of milkbottles in the morning and the humming of the milk float.
I have to admit that, as a small child that was preceded by the clip clop of the lovely big grey Co op milk horse  

Thinking about it - has life become more convenient?

In the inner city in the 50s we had our milk and bread delivered daily. The Corona pop man came round once a week. The laundry van came once a week. Potatoes were delivered, and if you wished, Wrensons sent your grocery shopping with a kid on a bike.

I even remember the AA man coming on his motorbike annually to collect Dad's subs, and sitting in the back kitchen having tea and bikkies, wearing his khaki jodhpurs and boots!
MrsWW

I still get my milk delivered to the doorstep and in glass bottles. Wonder how long it'll last?

I get the gold top Jersey milk and there's nothing quite as nice as the cream off the top in your morning coffee.
Digindeep

Seabird wrote:
Another soundtrack now for the archives - the rattle of milkbottles in the morning and the humming of the milk float.
I have to admit that, as a small child that was preceded by the clip clop of the lovely big grey Co op milk horse  

Thinking about it - has life become more convenient?

In the inner city in the 50s we had our milk and bread delivered daily. The Corona pop man came round once a week. The laundry van came once a week. Potatoes were delivered, and if you wished, Wrensons sent your grocery shopping with a kid on a bike.

I even remember the AA man coming on his motorbike annually to collect Dad's subs, and sitting in the back kitchen having tea and bikkies, wearing his khaki jodhpurs and boots!


Picking up the horse poo, bucket and shovel, for granddads roses...yeah!
Where they all gone?

Two houses in our croft of fourteen houses have their milk delivered...
Three years we have been here.
Always in plastic bottles....

No poo for y roses...


Aaaah! such is.....
bodger

MrsWW wrote:
I still get my milk delivered to the doorstep and in glass bottles. Wonder how long it'll last?

I get the gold top Jersey milk and there's nothing quite as nice as the cream off the top in your morning coffee.


Yup. Cream has also become a thing of the past. Even the none Channel Island milk used to have a good inch or so of cream at the top of the bottle. The Blue tits used to knock themselves senseless trying to get at it.
Rena

MrsWW wrote:
I still get my milk delivered to the doorstep and in glass bottles. Wonder how long it'll last?

I get the gold top Jersey milk and there's nothing quite as nice as the cream off the top in your morning coffee.


Love Jersey cream! (I raised Jersey cross's, sweetest cream ever!)

Didn't know there were any places (countries) still allowing the delivering of glass milk bottles to the doorstep! So cool!! I hope it lasts forever!
sod

He to show my age   I remember the horse n cart delivery of milk BOTTLES when us children heard the horse coming down the road at 5;30am we would rush out to watch as he walked down the road on his own and the men/boys ran to cart and to house milk boxes. (we never had milk delivered to the door)
Digindeep

Sod, I remember oh so well the horse wandering to the next house, completely free....he / she had done t so many times before.
Seabird

Must have been 'break time' outside our house. The horse would frequently be left eating from his leather 'nosebag'. Much to our delight as we went out and fussed him.
Must have been what gave this city kid a lifelong love of horses.
Digindeep

Seabird wrote:
Must have been 'break time' outside our house. The horse would frequently be left eating from his leather 'nosebag'. Much to our delight as we went out and fussed him.
Must have been what gave this city kid a lifelong love of horses.


....nosebag.....remember oh so well.....

Also on site your nosebag was your lunch, sarnies ect...
Border

I can remember the coalman Alf and his mate, with black faces and hands would come in a Bedford lorry once a week.
They wore leather pads on their backs, as the coal was carried on their backs to the coal bunker in CWT hessian sacks.

Then there was the Ray the butcher in his Austin van, he would also come once a week, and if us kids were lucky, he would give us some of the off cuts from the slicer.

Our milkman was named Dick, he would take us foxhunting on the back of his ford transit milk float after he had finished his rounds. The glass bottles had either red or gold tops, gold being the double cream. He would place small pebbles on the tops of the bottles to stop the blue tits taking the cream.

The dustbin men, the Garrett brothers, would also come once a week and hump metal dustbins out to the lorry. I remember they would come though our side passage making cuckoo sounds.

Not forgetting the "pop" (can't remember his name) man he would also come once a week.

All are gone now.......shame.
Seabird

When I married and had my first home, our milkman was called Arthur, and delivered the milk for the 14 years we lived at that particular house.

In the late 60s all expectant mums got milk vouchers entitling them to a pint of milk a day at 6d (2.5 new pence) a pint. Around half normal price.

So... when your pregnancy was confirmed and you paid the milkman at the end of the week with vouchers he was one of the first to hear your good news!
12Bore

Border wrote:
I can remember the coalman Alf and his mate, with black faces and hands would come in a Bedford lorry once a week.
They wore leather pads on their backs, as the coal was carried on their backs to the coal bunker in CWT hessian sacks.

Then there was the Ray the butcher in his Austin van, he would also come once a week, and if us kids were lucky, he would give us some of the off cuts from the slicer.

Our milkman was named Dick, he would take us foxhunting on the back of his ford transit milk float after he had finished his rounds. The glass bottles had either red or gold tops, gold being the double cream. He would place small pebbles on the tops of the bottles to stop the blue tits taking the cream.

The dustbin men, the Garrett brothers, would also come once a week and hump metal dustbins out to the lorry. I remember they would come though our side passage making cuckoo sounds.

Not forgetting the "pop" (can't remember his name) man he would also come once a week.

All are gone now.......shame.

Ah, memories...
'll bet that the Bedford was a TK, Hollands Pies had a fleet of the van conversion when I were a lad, when I was at Primary School my mate's dad was in the TV commercial...
Our milkman used to collect Princess spread pots (the original porcelain ones that you needed a shilling to lever them open with) to put over the top of the milk bottles, my sister was his lackey, she used the wages to pay for pony riding.
Who was the pop delivery? Ben Shaws, Corona or Alpine?
Border

12Bore, yes.... the coal lorry was a TK flat bed. BRG and red with gold sign writing.

The "pop" was corona,"Every bubble's passed its FIZZICAL"  

Dandelion and Burdock, Grapefruit, Cherryade, Orangeade, Limeade, American Cream Soda and Lemonade. I think there was also a mix fruit pop as well, very similar to vimto, but can't remember it's name.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nue8j_52M6Q

   

Someone else I forgot to mention in my last post, every Friday evening at 7 O'clock in the summer months........... Mr whippy  in his pink and white van.

"STOP ME AND BUY ONE"

"Oi Mister......give us a 99"  
12Bore

'appy days!

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