Got Milk?
I am old enough to remember the rattle of milk bottles in the wee hours of the morning. From my bedroom in the front of the house ~ I heard the milkman on his deliveries. The van came to a stop ~ footsteps up the walk onto the porch ~ clinking of quart glass bottles against a metal carrying case. I don't remember these friendly sounds long into my childhood, for change had come. Soon we went to the market to buy milk.
So it was ~ delivery of milk became history in my home town. At the time it didn't seem as much of a change. Milk in a carton...not a bottle.
Years later I stumble across a few milks in my bottle quests. Usually from later dumps & really of very little interest. Occasionally a cool milk bottle catches my eye. The pyro milks with war slogans are pretty neat ~ I've never found one. Still if I did, I would bring it home and stick it in a box somewhere. The below milks come from the delta area of Northern California. Both I believe were from the teens. I really am fond of the Woodland Dairy. A bold eagle seems to lift off the bottle. Faceted sides provided a sure grip at the time & now appear to me as facets on a cut stone. When held in the light it's diamond quality is a crowd pleaser.
The second milk bottle is from Rio Vista, California ~ (river view in Espanol) The name gives one an idyllic image of cows in a lush green pasture gazing across the Sacramento
River busy about their life long task of making milk. The life of a cow ~ chew your cud...make your milk....and have someone handle your utters twice a day. Not bad!
The River View dairy bottle is pretty standard in appearance. It's bland appearance however makes it's brother sparkle. Yep, I'd buy milk from the Eagle Dairy.
Please don't get me wrong ~ I know collectors of milk bottles. They are a gentle lot. I tip my milkman's cap to you.
I am old enough to remember the rattle of milk bottles in the wee hours of the morning. From my bedroom in the front of the house ~ I heard the milkman on his deliveries. The van came to a stop ~ footsteps up the walk onto the porch ~ clinking of quart glass bottles against a metal carrying case. I don't remember these friendly sounds long into my childhood, for change had come. Soon we went to the market to buy milk.
So it was ~ delivery of milk became history in my home town. At the time it didn't seem as much of a change. Milk in a carton...not a bottle.
Years later I stumble across a few milks in my bottle quests. Usually from later dumps & really of very little interest. Occasionally a cool milk bottle catches my eye. The pyro milks with war slogans are pretty neat ~ I've never found one. Still if I did, I would bring it home and stick it in a box somewhere. The below milks come from the delta area of Northern California. Both I believe were from the teens. I really am fond of the Woodland Dairy. A bold eagle seems to lift off the bottle. Faceted sides provided a sure grip at the time & now appear to me as facets on a cut stone. When held in the light it's diamond quality is a crowd pleaser.
The second milk bottle is from Rio Vista, California ~ (river view in Espanol) The name gives one an idyllic image of cows in a lush green pasture gazing across the Sacramento
River busy about their life long task of making milk. The life of a cow ~ chew your cud...make your milk....and have someone handle your utters twice a day. Not bad!
The River View dairy bottle is pretty standard in appearance. It's bland appearance however makes it's brother sparkle. Yep, I'd buy milk from the Eagle Dairy.
Please don't get me wrong ~ I know collectors of milk bottles. They are a gentle lot. I tip my milkman's cap to you.
] (Eagle)
