The milkman

I was watching a program when the milkman was mentioned. This took me back to my youth in Lachute. The milk came in bottles and was left on a shelf by the back door. There was cream at the top of the bottle which my mom separated out - probably for having with coffee.

I have a vague memory of seeing a horse with a milk delivery wagon.

My mom got her milk in bags and then she froze some of it. It was not so nice to drink as the milk sort of separated.

I used to drink homo because that is all there was. Then I went to 2%. A few years ago I went to 1% which is what I always have now. I must admit that I do not drink a glass too often. Skim milk is not to be seen in my house at all.

Now when I go out for breakfast with friends I am always looking for the little container of milk and not cream. I have a memory of those containers being a different shape and not being too easy to open. Someone got squirted.

Lachute is in a dairy farming area. Kathi was most impressed to go to a dairy at milking time and see all the cows being hooked up to the milking machines.