Working as a milkman was often thankless, but those old enough to remember the days of milk delivery often look back with nostalgia on that period of time when life operated at a slower pace. Folks would begin the day by opening their doors to retrieve bottles of milk, fresh from the farm, just waiting to be enjoyed by adults and children alike.
Sweet Recollections
Maryland resident Judy Bach remembers hearing the clinking
bottles early in the morning as the milkman arrived at her house and even recalls
a certain jingle after all these years, “If you don’t own a cow, call
Cloverland now, North 9222,” she said with a chuckle.
One thing that stands out in Dennis Royer’s mind is a little
mischief he engaged in back in those days. The Perry county resident said, “My mother always left a note in the milk
box on our front porch with our order. Once I got into trouble by imitating her
printing and adding one quart of chocolate milk to the bottom of the note.” He
also recalls the bottles being used for something other than milk. “The opening
of those returnable bottles was about one- inch wide. At kiddie birthday
parties we used to play a game to see who could drop the most old-style clothes
pins into those bottles by holding the clothes pins at waist height.”
Pat Fallon, who currently
lives in Catasauqua, said, “My grandmother lived in an old, but
well-maintained, four-floor apartment building in Scranton. There were two
apartments per floor, with a common stairwell in the center. I can still
remember hearing the clinking of the glass milk bottles as the milkman went up
and down the stairs leaving cold bottles of milk on the back porches. Everyone
used to have a little milk box by their back door. The bottles of milk had a
small round cardboard lid that fit snug just down in the top of the glass
bottle; you pulled up with a little tab in the center to pry it open. The bottles
were smooth, curved glass, but they were easy to handle and pour as they were
not that big in diameter and fit in your hand. I think they had an emblem
engraved in them instead of a paper label.”
Old milk bottles, courtesy of the East Pennsboro Historical Society |
Starting a Successful
Milk Delivery Business
According to most accounts, milk delivery began in the 1800s,
when milkmen traveled by wagon, with cans full of the product, which they
ladled out with dippers into customer-provided containers.
Carlisle resident Charles Kruger, now in his mid-80s, tells
how milk not only nourished his family physically, but provided for them
financially as well. “Sometime around 1916 or 1917, my mother made a deal with
this farmer to bring his milk in and she would peddle it. Those days they used
buckets, crocks, jars--whatever customers brought to hold the milk. Kids would
pull the express wagon with the can of milk on it.
My dad was a railroader and he got hurt, so he had to quit and do other things. During WWI, they conscripted the railroad guys to haul equipment to the seaports, so dad returned to the railroad. At that time, my mom sold milk off her wagon. When the war was over, all the railroad guys got their jobs back, so my dad was bumped. He said, ‘mother, how we gonna make a living?’ She said, ‘well, this milk business isn’t so bad,’ so dad bought a horse and wagon and started to peddle milk,” he said.
My dad was a railroader and he got hurt, so he had to quit and do other things. During WWI, they conscripted the railroad guys to haul equipment to the seaports, so dad returned to the railroad. At that time, my mom sold milk off her wagon. When the war was over, all the railroad guys got their jobs back, so my dad was bumped. He said, ‘mother, how we gonna make a living?’ She said, ‘well, this milk business isn’t so bad,’ so dad bought a horse and wagon and started to peddle milk,” he said.
Kruger said his father would visit a local farm after the
twice-a-day milking. “He started to cool the milk in an ice bath and stirred it
until it was cold. What he was doing was stopping the growth of bacteria
because most people’s milk was sour in the morning as it curdled overnight,” he
said, adding that his dad’s milk became popular because it would last several
days. “They thought we were putting something in it,” he said with a laugh.
Before homogenization, customers would have to shake the
milk to distribute the cream evenly. Kids, in particular, used to enjoy the
cream that would rise to the top. “In the winter, when the milk froze, it would
pop up the cap and the first kid out the door would get the cream ball,” said
Kruger.
The Plights of the
Profession
As milk delivery became increasingly popular, the milkmen of
yore contended with problems unique to the profession. An article in the San Francisco Chronicle, dated September
6, 1902, said, “He comes and goes like a shadow in the early dawn, communicated
with, if at all, by means of notes, which he has to strike a match to read.” It
continues with tales of beleaguered milkmen who were vexed with a litany of
issues. Inspectors would halt them on the street and subject their milk to a
lactometer test, forcing those who failed to dump their product out on the
streets, or into the marshes. Thieving competitors, who would run short on
their own routes, might swipe a few bottles from another’s porch delivery.
The article
suggests there was a time when milkmen held keys to residences. “He is baffled
by bunches of keys for which he must select one for every door along his route.”
Until delivery trucks arrived on the scene, another
challenge milkmen faced was training the horses where to stop along the route.
“We had horses until 1939 on two routes,” said Kruger. “They were later
replaced by a specialized Diamond T Pack-Age Car, which was open on both sides.
Often the helpers on the trucks would run out both sides at the same time.”
Other problems revolved around the milk bottles themselves--from
the lazy customer who refused to wash them, to the careless ones who forgot to return
them and the unscrupulous scofflaws who had other ideas for their use.
Milkmen often returned from their routes short many a
bottle. One reported catching a customer preserving fruits in his bottles and
sharing a laugh with her about it, only to return later with helpers to
recapture the stolen bottles. Needless
to say, he wasn’t invited back. Many a milkman may have welcomed the advent of
“returnable bottles,” which gave customers a financial incentive to “remember”
to relinquish them.
The onset of the war brought even further challenges to the
milkmen. “They were trying to conserve fuel, so delivery was reduced to every
other day,” said Kruger. “Our competitors found this out and used it against
us, delivering on the off days, so instead of a family ordering four quarts
from us, they’d order two from us and two from the other guy,” he said.
Before insulated porch boxes were used, sunlight would
oxidize milk left on the doorstep. Kruger tells the story of how a local glass
company made an error on a large lot of amber bottles. “We got a heck of a deal
on a bunch of them,” he said, adding that they just labeled over the problem.
The dark protected the milk from the sunlight, providing his company with a
competitive edge. “We marketed it as more wholesome,” said Kruger.
Old four-inch-high creamers, courtesy of the East Pennsboro Historical Society |
As time passed, so did the need for the milkman. Refrigerators reduced the need for frequent
deliveries and many families purchased second cars so any spouse could drive to
the supermarket whenever the need arose. Soon dairies like Kruger’s began to
merge in order to stay in business.
The age of milk delivery reached its nadir near the 1970's,
although some businesses continued the practice years later.
Today milk
delivery is more of a novelty, although a search on the internet proves that
it’s still taking place. Here in Central
Pennsylvania, a business called Mr. Milkman touts home delivery in Cumberland,
Dauphin, York and surrounding counties. Does this prove that what’s old is new
again and that there’s a modern market for the days of old? Only time will
tell, but for now there will always be those who long for the good old days
when the cream would always rise to the top.