I can`t remember the last time I saw a milkman where I live. When we were kids we used to find the milk frozen in the bottles on the doorstep and my Mum used to leave egg cups out for the milkman to place over the foil tops because the birds pecked through them and if you weren`t quick enough to rescue your milk off the step during Summer it would turn sour in no time. We didn`t have a fridge when I as really young and I can remember we had a large steel pan filled with cold water which Mum stood the milk bottles in.
I must say milk tasted much better back then or maybe that`s my childhood memory of it. Milk wasn`t expected to last longer than a day or two because it wasn`t filled with preservatives like it is now and the sell by dates on the modern day plastic bottles are days if not weeks.
Our local farmer delivered the milk and his 3 sons were his unpaid helpers. He had a flat back small truck, no electric milk float back then and his lads would jump off the back of it, hands and arms full of bottles and scurry off like billiard balls in all directions, placing full bottles on doorsteps and lifting empty bottles in one smooth movement. They`d jump back on the truck which never stopped moving and their Dad stayed behind the wheel the whole time.
His sons were just kids, in fact one of them was in my class at Primary school and they`d do the milk round before school in the morning and then help around the farm after school and at certain times of the year such as lambing or hay making they wouldn`t even arrive at school. Their Dad just presumed that they`d finish school at 15 then work on the farm so in his eyes school wasn`t important.
Around a month before Christmas he`d come around every Friday evening to collect his milk money off customers like he usually did but he`d have one of the lads with him writing in a notebook who wanted to order a turkey or a goose for Christmas. He bred them and delivered them oven ready on Christmas Eve. My Mum said Farmer Riley yes that really was his name, couldn`t read nor write as he`d spent his life working on the farm firstly with his own Father and then running it himself so barely had any schooling but she also said he was tighter than a duck`s arse and could reckon up to the last penny and knew to the halfpenny who owed him what and exactly how much.