sourceWhen I spotted this record holder that I had received one Christmas, it brought back so many memories of what life was like back in the 50’s-60’s.
sourceDo any of you remember when there was still the threat of the Cold War? Do you remember when we had the storm or bomb alarms where you had to either hide under your desk, or in my case, be gathered into the schools bomb shelter situated in it’s basement?
sourceAt my school we didn’t use Elmer’s glue. It was mucilage for all our craft projects!
sourceMy elementary books contained stories like ‘The Gift of the Maji’, ‘The Little Match Girl’ and many other character building stories.
sourceEvery porch in our neighborhood had one of these.
Just think how wonderful it would be to have your dairy products delivered right to your door! It also came in handy as a place to sit while watching the world go by or reading a book.
sourceAnd, of course, dear Elsie was the lady we had to thank for all of that good ‘moo’ juice’.
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Can you relate to any of my shared trips down memory lane? What memory stands out so vivid for you from one of your childhood Christmas?
Blessings-Kimberly
Camp and Cottage Home 
I remember having a milkman when my daughter was born. That was probably the last year. My daughter Karen, still has her Donny Osmand lunch box.:):)She still loves it . Smiles xo, Susie
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I have memories of all the things except the milk box that sat on the porch. We had a milk box in the side of the house, accessible from inside and outside.
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I was born in '56 , no bomb scare for us in northern ontario, I grew up on a farm, we had milk from the farm, and we didn't use that glue at school. ours was in a pot with a brush, but I think the milk delivery must have been great, hiding under desks probably was a game to kids, ( innocence of youth), oh too be young again right,
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I remember some of these…and it seems this year I am really going down memory lane with Christmas…maybe because two of my kids are getting married and time seems to be running really fastThanks for the memory lane visit
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Good morning! Oh yes, I too had that record holder! How wonderful that you still have yours..or at least a picture of it? I remember our “bomb” drills too for sure, and also those books! I remember Elsie too, haha. We did not have the milk container on our porch though. We drove through dairys to get our milk. Do you remember the bread man who came around with bread and donuts in drawers? kind of like an ice cream truck, haha. Enjoyed my stroll down memory lane. Enjoy your day!
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Can I relate? Totally! sometimes I'm tempted to think that we're going backwards instead of forward, especially when I think that many grocery items came to you and not the other way around…dairy, bread and pastries, veggies, and meat. It was great!
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Scratch “came to you.” That should be “came to us.” I know that I am pathetic.
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Definitely the mucilage Kimberly. Such messy and bad tasting stuff too. lol When I saw your record tote it reminded me of my black 'patent' Barbie doll tote. We had mild delivered to the front door but no box for it. I remember in our city there were air raid warning sirens that would be 'tested' once in a while. Such an erie sound and I think I was too young to realize the threat at hand even though the threat was not great in Maritime Canada. We had eggs delivered to our house and groceries which we called in I guess. Great memories. Thanks. 🙂
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Oh yes I remember doing the drills, going under the desks…looking back do you realize how ridiculous that was lol. I remember the boxes for milk and elsie the cow. Enjoyed the memories
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I remember in 1965 my Dad was in the military and we were transferred to Japan. One of many nights we had these bad earth quakes. I remember as a kid having my are pulled by my parents, running down the stair of the house to the big ditches outside. We would lay in the ditches until it was safe to return to the house. As a 3 year old this was scary.(Update: Dad is still waiting on the onocologist).
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Love trips down memory lane…..oh those glue bottles, haven`t seen them for so long…..wonderful post…..Blessings Francine.
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I smiled all through this posting.Yes, yes I remember it all. Including hiding under my school desk with my hands over my head.I loved those glue bottles, but they always had to be reopened. Milk on the porch? Yes! but never in such a neat tin. Ours were left in a little carrier made out of metal.Cheers!Sharon
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All those great memories were before my time, but I enjoyed going down your memory lane.
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Hi Kimberly, Yes I remember all these things; also remember climbing trees and walking fences. Black and white t.v. and most families were lucky to have one small t.v.Thanks for taking me down memory lane.Hugs, Noreen
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Oh yes, since I was born '46, I can relate. I remember those glue bottles…they were so messy. And as I grew up on a farm, our milk came directly from the cow. I hated cow's milk and didn't drink milk for a long time. I remember a time before television! Getting our first TV was so exciting. Ah, memories…thanks!
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We never hid under the desks, my record holder was a fuzzy thing, But I do remember the glue, and the milk delivery. How nice would it be to have that now!!!!to get my sunday paper and fresh milk on my door step. ahhhhCathy
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Oh- Kimberly….I remember every single one of those things. Remember peeling the glue off your fingers with your teeth~(and I know you did~;>)This was a great memory evoking post- xo Diana
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smiles – Oh yes, forget about those record holder! I was into art and those Elmer's glue photo had me recalling some memories! I've been writing up my history — thanks for reminding me and Yes,I remember our “bomb” drills too.. I remember Elsie too, giggle – I even sketched her face sometime long a go – not very good likeness – ha. We did not have the milk container my Dad was a dairyman – got out milk right from the barn.Thanks for the memories! hugs
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I remember the air raid drills under our desks, I haven't thought about that in years!! And that glue was always stuck together, what a mess!! I think if someone started a milk delivery business or I could find a gas station that had an attendent that pumped gas…I'd be a happy girl and I bet they would have a thriving business!Carol
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How fun to look back and yes, I do remember. I grew up on a dairy farm so I had to make the trip to the milk house to get milk. Carol, we can't pump our own gas, it's against the law. Funny from one state to another. You can imagine how silly I feel when I'm out of state and pull up to the gas pump and wonder why it is taking the attendant so long to wait on me! I loved the glue back then. I always used way too much and had everything stuck together. Thanks for the memories!!!
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Those glue bottle jarred my brain back for sure:)
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This took me back! I loved it when the Elmer's glue was brought out, as very often we had to make our own, terrible glue, out of some white powder – horrible, lumpy stuff!
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How cute is that Rhythm tote……along with moo juice…..Heidi
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I grew up in the bush country of Washington state, with no electricity or phone and then we moved to the bush country of BC, we had elec. and phone there, so I don't relate to any of those things. We did have milk delivered to our door, in fact to our kitchen counter, after dad milked the cow!It's only in the last few years that I have learned what all I missed out on. Oh, sorry, we did use mucilage for our craft projects.Have a good day.Cindy
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I remember all of that! We must be the same “vintage”, LOL! We didn't have milk delivered, though, because it was too expensive, according to my mom. I remember bubble lights on the tree and old-fashioned tinsel. The tinsel came in packages that cost something like a nickel.
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Wow Kimberly all of them!!! That is so amazing.
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Thanks for the Memories.Now Elsie the cow. Would you believe I went to Canada C,Exhibition. It was for me to see Elsie the Cow. What a Imagination back then I had. What was I thinking get Mom to take me to See Elsie the cow behind a fence. I thought she was a real animal star. I would say. Hi Elsie. If the Elsie would of talked back. I would of freaked out.Or maybe I wouldnt. Ha,ha. Had an hour to get there on a bus and two street cars. Back then you got free samples in the food building so Mom liked that. Time you got around the other side of inside the building. You had a full lunch from all the food samples. Not now. They give you a smile and hand you coupons.Milk came delivered to house and we too had the little door with the latch and there was our milk and the cream on top I loved to have. My first choice. Bread we had was Browns Bread delivered back then.What good fun days such memories. My first doll who when you feed the bottle to her. She wet her pants. What a laugh. My Barbara Ann doll. Barbara Scott. My firest walking doll.Oh the drills at school. Scary for sure.Now you are going to think I am a nut case. Do you remember the paste glue for art. Teacher mixed it with water. Is that what you called it before the gluein the bottles. Teacher caught me. I used to eat it. She said what in the world are you eating the paste glue for.I said it tasted like Baby Pablum. Duh me.The glue in the bottle it was sticky and a mess to squeeze it out. It was sticky as those fly stickers put up in the farm house at least at my sisters farm she uised them. Thank goodness for Elmers.So going down Memorie lane was great. I read everyones comments as well. Very interesting.Good morning read from your post my dear.I mean the memories can go on and on. I was born in 1942. Programs after when t.v came out. Howdy Doody. Uncle Bobbie.Superman with Ken Clark. You know those days as a kid was real fun compared to the kids today. All you get out of them is texing or Ipods.Do they talk to you. Not really.Do they noticed your even there. Sometimes.So I loved my childhood to play and notice the good qualities of life and fun and my friends.And you never talked back to your elders and I enjoyed the oldies in my neighbour hood. Kids to-day. Are you kidding.Have a nice evening.
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I remember reading all of those stories that you mentioned. I loved “Gift of the Maji.” I remember Elsie the cow too!
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I had a 45 records tote just like yours. I remember all you mentioned. We lived on the East Coast of the U.S. Instead of getting under our desks we all went into the hallways and knelt down by our lockers – no danger of broken glass from windows. The Cuban Missile Crisis was very real.
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I had a little treasure box made just like that tote…same colors, same illustrations!! And milk delivered to the door…for sure, and dear Elsie, definitely! And unfortunately, I do remember hiding under the desks! Thanks for bringing these memories to the forefront..
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