Recently hubby delved into his family history. His grandfather was named Adolph Wolfe and was one of eight children. The family owned and operated a dairy farm. Unfortunately Grandfather took his own life when hubby's mother was only a very small child and much of the history of him was left untold. A couple of weeks ago hubby was invited back to the farm (which has long since stopped being a working farm) and in the big barn were these milk bottles, milk caps and milk crates. He came home with many sleeves of different caps. I have something wonderful in store for them.
Where Cleanliness Prevails
A Bottle of Milk, is a Bottle of Health
When I was young, we had a milkman. His name was Mr. Bruey and he delivered 2-3 times each week. I clearly remembering the first cake I baked when I was around 8 years old. My mom helped we pick out the recipe and then we left a note for Mr. Bruey to leave the added ingredients that we needed for the cake.
Our new house came with an old insulated milk box. I love it!!! Do any of you remember having milk delivered? I wish those days were back. Life seems so very impersonal today. Mr. Bruey had 6 children, one of which was in my class. They also went to the same church, although I don't remember Mr. Bruey in church. He probably was sleeping or tending to the cows.
Stay tuned this week to see the really fun thing I made using the bottle caps.