In message <fa.b70f9ee.2f2942a6@aol.com>, LenDenham@aol.com writes > That is a >pleasure denied to today's child who would see nothing but a line of parked >cars. From my vantage point I would see the various delivery men about their >daily business. > Hi Len, Lovely memories again Len. Thank you. It was pretty much the same for us in and around Coventry at that time. It was my job to collect the organic droppings.... big brother seemed to strangely go missing on such occasions. (HE would deny that of course!) We didn't get the Winkle man or the Muffin or sweet man. We did however get D Di in the Summer! He was the ice cream man, D Di Mascio. Lovely it was too. We also got the lemonade man bringing Tizer (the appetizer) and lemonade and lime pop. We get the milkman here in this village in Hertfordshire still and like they always were, he is the source of much information about the village and it's residents. He performs quite a good social service in that he notices if so and so is missing or has not taken in the milk.... in which case he doesn't keep leaving it and takes the old one away. Also if the paper boy leaves the paper sticking out of a door he will push it through so as to make it less obvious that they are out. On a sunny day if I'm out, he will trog round the back to leave it in the shade. Our conversations are usually about Computers and the Internet these days though.... with me dispensing help when he gets it all muddled! Grin Dorothy -- Dorothy Gibbs (in Hertfordshire UK)