Weekly Photo Challenge : Nostalgic
I thought we were in Burnt Chimney, Virginia. Precisely Wirtz, VA.
When I saw that the weekly challenge was nostalgic I wondered what I longed for- I don’t truly long for the return of the milk truck or the milkman to bring the glass bottles of milk to the door. But this truck did make me remember and recapture a time of my life, past…..
Nostalgic. Sometimes, we long for the past: for moments we want to remember or recapture. The good times. The golden years. Or perhaps we’re homesick, or longing for something — or someone — that might have been.
We went for ice cream cones at the Homestead Creamery Friday afternoon. There were white rockers to sit in out front. This old milk truck was parked on their lawn.
I remember out milkman (an it was prior to PC naming- not milk person or milk carrier) bringing a wire basket of glass bottles of milk to the milk box on the back steps. A dozen eggs.
I remember the sound of the truck door sliding open and shut on his truck. The rattle of glass. The sound of the milk box lid closing. You can buy milk in glass bottles at Homestead Creamery.
Our milkman was from the Alderney Dairy in New Jersey.
If you want to see a previous post of a vintage Harmony Dairy milkbox you can click here
and here’s the image from the link above, showing Dorothy‘s Milkbox ’cause who has time to click and go check it out?