"SHOPPING AND THE MILKMAN"
Shopping was an adventure for our family. Many grocery stores were
closed on Sunday, and they also didn't stay open late at night. Even if they
were open, the meat was covered up with butcher paper and not for sale on
Sunday.
Most families went grocery shopping just once a week and ours
was no exception. We usually went shopping on Friday afternoon after Daddy got
home from work. He got home at 4:10 pm every day and Mom always had dinner ready
and waiting.
On our weekly shopping trips, the first stop was always the bank. We
banked at Guarantee National Bank in White Center. At First it was located in an
Old wooden building on the "main drag" of town. Later, they built a new building
One block over. Then we did our other errands next. Rexall Drug store for
prescriptions and/or toiletries. Then there was the Five and Dime, Chubby and
Tubby, Wigwam and later the 88 cents store.
The last stop was the grocery store: Oren's Food Mart. Originally
Oren's store was next door to the bank in another old wooden building. It was
quite a rickety old building with a wooden plank floor that wasn't level.
Pushing the shopping cart around in there was a real challenge. Eventually most of
the old buildings were torn down and replaced with new onces a block over
We always shopped at Oren's Food Mart. There was a special reason for
that. Daddy and Mom had a special camaraderie with Oren and his wife since
discovering they were a Christian family and also they had FIVE GIRLS. The
oldest two girls were twins: Karen and Sharon. Oren knew that Daddy and Mom also
had five girls. He also knew that we didn't really have very much money. He
would occasionally set aside fruits and vegetables that were staring to
spoil. He would either give them to us or sell them at greatly reduced prices.
We got lots of bananas that way. Daddy used to say that when you peeled a banana
and found a dark spot, you should touch it with your tongue and if it "stung" it
was rotten and not fit to eat, if it didn't sting it wasn't yet rotten and would
be okay to eat.
Since grocery shopping was done only once a week, it was quite common in
those days to have home-delivery of dairy products and eggs. For many years, our
parents had dairy products and eggs delivered to our house by Smith Brothers
Dairy.
The milkman would deliver his "goods" to our enclosed back porch where we
kept our milk box. It was a silvery-grey box that opened on the top. The box
was insulated to keep the fresh dairy products cool. Mom would put a note in
there for him to deliver what she needed that day. The milk was cheaper if you
got it un-homogenized. (That meant that the cream wasn't mixed in and floated on
the top.)
Our milkman drove a little white van and wore striped coveralls. His name
was Bill. It seems like he came to our house two or three times a week He was
very friendly and loved to tease us. We knew his name, so we would say hello to
him: "Hi Bill" we would say. He would answer, "I'm not Bill, I'm 'Alice'" and we
would giggle with merriment. Sometimes, we would say "Hi Alice" and he would
answer "Who are you talking to? Alice is a girls name?" and he would set us to
giggling again. We looked forward to his arrival because he was so much
fun.
Eventually Mom discovered powdered milk. It was so much cheaper that we
didn't have our dairy products delivered any more.