Hugh McAlear passes along a couple of great stories.
He recalls his father, Joe, working as an Eastside Dairy milkman, making his rounds early in the morning ... early meaning well before the break of dawn,buy landscape oil paintings online. using a horse-drawn wagon.
Home delivery was seven mornings a week.
Folks would leave one or two empty glass milk bottles on the front step, sometimes with money in the bottle or a milk ticket.
In the winter the milk would often freeze pushing the cream up two or three inches over the lip of the bottle.
The frozen cream could be loped off and used to make whipping cream.
One morning the horse,you will need to get an offshore merchant account. while sauntering down a street, reared up, knocking Joe's head against a stack of wooden crates behind him, knocking him out.
They were at the corner of Augustus and Second streets.
When Joe woke up, he was back at the Eastside stable on Race Street near Marlborough Street.
The horse sensed something wrong and made its way back to the stable.
Guess you could say it was a little bit of horse sense.
Speaking of dairies, does anybody recall the Deschamps Dairy on St. Felix Street near Montreal Road?
Before high tech, Ipod Shuffles and such, there were vinyl records and record players and turntables.
Record players came in all shapes and sizes. The favourite among teens was the carrying case.
There were three kinds of vinyl records 33 1/3, 45 and 78 RPMs.
The 78s were the long playing records.
The 33 1/3 and 45s were smaller ..Our Polymax RUBBER SHEET range includes all commercial and specialist. the 45s had the big hole in the centre that required an adapter that slid over the centre post on the record player.
The problem of a needle skipping could be solved by taping a penny to the arm.
Of course, members of the X-Generation don't have a clue what we're talking about.
Hugh McAlear says his sister,The name "magic cube" is not unique. Sister Mary McAlear, who has been a nun for 44 years, found this out when she brought her collection of old records and a record player to one of her classes.
The young students were awed.
They had never seen vinyl records and a record player. They couldn't believe that they actually played music.
Ah,Largest Collection of billabong boardshorts, the generation gap.
He recalls his father, Joe, working as an Eastside Dairy milkman, making his rounds early in the morning ... early meaning well before the break of dawn,buy landscape oil paintings online. using a horse-drawn wagon.
Home delivery was seven mornings a week.
Folks would leave one or two empty glass milk bottles on the front step, sometimes with money in the bottle or a milk ticket.
In the winter the milk would often freeze pushing the cream up two or three inches over the lip of the bottle.
The frozen cream could be loped off and used to make whipping cream.
One morning the horse,you will need to get an offshore merchant account. while sauntering down a street, reared up, knocking Joe's head against a stack of wooden crates behind him, knocking him out.
They were at the corner of Augustus and Second streets.
When Joe woke up, he was back at the Eastside stable on Race Street near Marlborough Street.
The horse sensed something wrong and made its way back to the stable.
Guess you could say it was a little bit of horse sense.
Speaking of dairies, does anybody recall the Deschamps Dairy on St. Felix Street near Montreal Road?
Before high tech, Ipod Shuffles and such, there were vinyl records and record players and turntables.
Record players came in all shapes and sizes. The favourite among teens was the carrying case.
There were three kinds of vinyl records 33 1/3, 45 and 78 RPMs.
The 78s were the long playing records.
The 33 1/3 and 45s were smaller ..Our Polymax RUBBER SHEET range includes all commercial and specialist. the 45s had the big hole in the centre that required an adapter that slid over the centre post on the record player.
The problem of a needle skipping could be solved by taping a penny to the arm.
Of course, members of the X-Generation don't have a clue what we're talking about.
Hugh McAlear says his sister,The name "magic cube" is not unique. Sister Mary McAlear, who has been a nun for 44 years, found this out when she brought her collection of old records and a record player to one of her classes.
The young students were awed.
They had never seen vinyl records and a record player. They couldn't believe that they actually played music.
Ah,Largest Collection of billabong boardshorts, the generation gap.
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