Good Tuesday morning lovies~~~~it's one of those early mornings here at the lakehouse when the sun is just coming over the trees, and the water is as smooth as glass. I'm in front of the window, waiting for the sun to burst over the trees with it's blinding light...reflecting off the water with it's awesome beauty.
This must be how it was for those early morning delivery men....the milkman, the eggman, and the iceman. They met the sun as they left their goods on the porches of waiting customers.
Remember the paperboy? Itchy Newtonbomb was his name in our neighborhood. He carried one of those coin changers on his belt.
I miss those days of hearing the clinking of glass as the milkman climbed our steps to the porch. Waiting to see if he brought a brown bottle...that meant chocolate milk that morning.
We would pull the tab from the top of the bottle, and my mother would scoop out the cream from the top of the milk.
The eggman always brought brown eggs. You felt lucky if you got a double-yoker when you cracked the thick shell and dropped the fresh eggs into the pan.I'm really "dating" myself by bringing back these long lost memories. Memories of simpler times. When your dad whistled to call you home for supper. When the paper was thrown up on the porch by a boy that was working to buy a new bike. Springs..when the eggman would bring goose eggs for us to color at Easter. And hot summer nights, playing hide and seek with the other kids way after dark. sigh.....and being told(when you did something that embarrassed your dad) that you were the milkman's daughter.
Ooooops....time to get ready for work!!!
I hope you have a great day. Take some time to sit for a spell, and remember some good times growing up...and hope you really aren't the milkman's kid.