Nostalgia ain't what it used to be.....

[Cyclefrance]

IF you thought times were hard - this is how we had to get our milk delivered when I was a lad - and, yes that is me standing there, although I'm a bit concerned even myself at the shorts my mother had clearly decided suited me!

Bread was delivered in the same manner, although I don't have a photo of that.

Coincidentally I did some work for a software house two years ago that had its offices in what used to be the old dairy distribution point where the horse pictured was stabled. Small world.

Another memory involves the lampost just to the rear of the cart. My father worked as a manager in a grocer's shop that was near enough by that he could come home the odd day for lunch. One day he was just out of the house and crossing the road, when My mother called to him to give some message or other. He turned his head round and kept walking, turning his head back a couple of seconds later only to have it smash into the lampost. I remember he had a pretty good headache after that and a nice black-eye which he always claimed to have been the responsibility of my mother!

[xoxoxoBruce]

It did have those new fangled pneumatic India rubber tires, though

[wolf]

Philadelphia had both proper trolleys and trackless trolleys (what you call a trolley bus). They're trying to bring them back.