When we first moved to town in the early 40's, we had a milkman. For a while before my brother went in the navy he was on the truck delivering milk. I found a bottle at an antique store and bought it just because of the home delivery and that he had worked there. I don't remember if it all stopped during WW2 because of the gas and tire shortage or when. I remember the glass bottles. Cream on the top. After we were married there was a dairy close by we could go to and take a gallon jug and get milk. Now I don't think they can sell it like that because of the pasturizing or something like that. Seems like it was 50 cents. That was the early 50's. When we moved to the country, had the cow, we had more milk than we knew what to do with it. Good think we were all skinny. made alot of puddings, with four kids it was eaten, also made ice cream, lots of gravys with things. Thank god only one cow. Also had chickens. Fresh eggs. It was fun. But now just go to the store and buy a plastic thing with the milk. I am glad the kids had the experience of living like that. They had the horses. Raised the calves, experienced death with the animals. Had there pony's. They had fun. That is what it is all about. Louise