Oh my, I can just smell those scrumptious huge glazed donuts, still warm, in huge trays in the Donaldson wagon, as it came through the government housing project at 12th and Hill. We moved there when I was 5 after my father got a job at duPont, making neoprene rubber for the war. The housing project was built for government workers and was new and clean at that time. I had lots of little friends and we all had great fun playing in the yards between the buildings, where it was very safe. It is a sad sight now, and heartbreakingly dangerous for those living there. Back to the FOOD - - I also remember that on special occasions Mom would buy from the Donaldson's wagon one of their sheet-cakes - - chocolate with chocolate icing. It was huge (or so it seemed to me then) and very delicious. But their most special item to me was those wonderful glazed donuts - - twice as big in diameter as the little Krispy Kremes of today. Our glass bottles of milk were also delivered by the Sealtest milkman. I remember well the ice cream man riding his bicycle-cart down the sidewalk which ran between the buildings, and being so thrilled on the rare occasion when Mom let us buy a chocolate stick or a popsicle. I recall also one year (in the 1940s) when there was a polio epidemic, and Mom would not let us buy from the ice cream man for fear that we would catch polio from him or one of the children who gathered around him. We were allowed to play only with our good friends who lived just next door, until the epidemic faded. Thanks for bringing up all these great memories which have lain silent for so many years. I really enjoyed this trip down memory lane! Martha

I was one of those who got polio, I was only 15 months old at the time and don't remember it. No lasting effects, I was one of the lucky ones. I, too, remember the Donaldson man in Jeffersontown in the early 1950's, but no one has mentioned the Fuller Brush man who came thru every couple of months. We had milk delivery after I was married in the early 1960's. Dottie Subject: [KYJEFFER] Bread, Milk and Fruit Oh my, I can just smell those scrumptious huge glazed donuts, still warm, in huge trays in the Donaldson wagon, as it came through the government housing project at 12th and Hill. We moved there when I was 5 after my father got a job at duPont, making neoprene rubber for the war. The housing project was built for government workers and was new and clean at that time. I had lots of little friends