Okay! We’re off to a good start.
Each day, I’ll post a place for you to post your entries. That way they’ll all be in the same place.
Let me get us started today–with milk machines. Remember them? The ones in our town had wooden platforms which sometimes fell to pieces. Golden opportunity! If you dug into the dirt where the platform used to be, you could find fabulous numbers of quarters that people dropped and that fell through the cracks in the platform. What a bonanza!
But that’s enough from me. Any readers’ memories today? Here’s the place to share them.
Coal chutes and ash bins. My grandparents home still had both, on the south-side of Milwaukee in the 50s.
Lincoln Logs in their tin containers.
Now you’re cooking.
I’m completely unfamiliar with milk machines!
But then, I *was* a milk machine, since we hand milked our cows.
The fun part was when the barn cats came by, and spraying milk their way for them to drink.