The other day, I saw a post about a migrant to NZ who was surprised about the tokens we used for the milk delivery system that we used to have back when I was a kid. This got me thinking back to a bunch of cool stories I could tell about this.
For instance:
* 1) My parents saved the last 2-3 glass milk bottles we ever got. I've got them now safely stowed away. (Err... actually, in which cupboard exactly I can't remember just now, but I know I moved them a few years ago to a "safer" + "nicer" spot than I'd been storing them in. I might update this post with a photo when I find them)
I think I have the foil lids too, but kept in an old baby food jar (glass with metal lid)
Heck, IIRC, we used to keep the old white metal-wire caddy that these would come in for many years too - we got rid of that though as it was not looking too flash anymore, after years spent in a not so flash cupboard under the sink...
IIRC, some of these tokens at some point became plastic? (I vaguely remember seeing blue + white OR green + white disks / hoops)
* 2) I remember going to the Meadow Fresh factory on a tour in kindergarden, getting to see the section of the factory a massive fancy machine where they washed the bottles for reuse! I always thought that part of that system was so cool! (Take note, Big Recycling: That's my reference point for what true recycling should mean, and how it should work!)
(IIRC, they also had us walk on some clanky exposed gangway high above the factory floor when doing that... By the next time we visited in Primary School, they now had a glass enclosed viewing booth / tunnel instead... Same as with the ice cream factory next door, that we visited later that morning)
* 3) Mum and Dad say that I used to always bolt upright from my naps, Einstein hair + drool (err... not quite, but that's the best description right now) when the milk truck did its rounds in the early evening, blaring its "milk run" song and all!
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