Who Were They?

Lost and forgotten photos from the past

My dad told me that his grandfather was a dairy farmer, with lots of cows on a large farm. He and his wife (who I take my nom de plume from, Mrs Marvel) lived on the farm with their seven children. In the summers, my dad would work on the farm along side his uncles and aunts – the youngest of which was four years older than my dad. I can’t say for certain if they had this type of a milk wagon, but Uncle Bob and Dad once told us about hauling away wagon loads of “old junk” to the dump, which would have consisted of all sorts of old farm implements, wagon parts, tack, etc.

4 thoughts on “Milk Wagon

  1. IntenseGuy says:

    Those old milk cans always fascinate me. The farmer would take them to the nearest train station (in these parts anyway) and the “milk train” would come by and take the milk into the city – where it was made into ice cream and such.

    Or they might take the milk to a nearby creamery – and have it turned into butter and skim milk. Around here, the dairy man would unload the milk in the front of the creamery, get a ticket with the number of quarts, drive around the back and get that many quarts of skim milk (mostly used to feed the hogs, from what I’ve been told) – if the creamery was a co-op, the dairy man would also get a bunch of butter to package up and sell, each dairy with their own wrapper designs and logos.

    If you remember the Mearns, William Mearns’ house was on English Creamery Road, so named after the English family’s creamery, and likely visited/used by the Mearns family cows milk.


  2. Great photo – my dad tells me stories of the milkman and the ice man. Seeing the photo helps bring those stories to life. Any idea where or when this was taken?


    1. Mrs Marvel says:

      No clue, unfortunately. I bought it here in California, but really prior to the 1960s, everyone in California was from somewhere else.


  3. I love the little sun/rain bonnet on the wagon..it looks muddy too:)


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