It wasn't until I was house hunting last summer that I came across a milk box or milk door. My house is only the second house I saw that had one. The first house (which we did not end up purchasing) had an even more elaborate one called a "Milko-Box" that had dials and a list of other items besides milk, like whipping cream, eggs, cottage cheese and even a slot for "nothing" (ha!). I knew that milk and other grocery items were delivered back in the day. I mean, who doesn't? But I had never actually seen this contraption. I absolutely love it. I can't find a use for it now, but I love that it's there. Just the idea that a delivery person would ride up to your house and place a bottle of fresh, cold milk in that little space is so charming. I could only find a few resources on the internet that have to do with this bygone method of food delivery and architecture, and there is actually a group on Flickr.com with photographs of milk doors, 48 so far. I'm thinking of adding my own. Among those images I found this picture of a milk door from the 1950's in the creative commons of Flickr.com. This one actually looks like a set of double doors near a back porch. The style of the house is much different than mine, and it looks like it is from Milwaukee. Other ones that I liked include one that ismade by the Durasteel Products Company of Los Angeles, CA, and one that is painted a bright turquoise with just the word milk on the outside. Our door also has this simple style, including the outline of an actual milk bottle, and maybe one day I will find a good use for it. I wonder if I can get someone to deliver a cold drink through it for me one of these days?
A librarian's musings on things mostly from the past: elements of yesterday that fascinate me and some book reviews to boot.
I’m just a girl who simply adores the past. I peruse yard sales, flea markets, secondhand stores and estate sales for treasures to stock up my little vintage shop: la biblioteca, and I have my own personal collections of vintage purses and vintage typewriters. However, I don’t dress up like a 1940’s pin up girl (props to you if you do) and I don’t own a vintage car (yet). Read on for my vintage, nostalgic, book nerd obsessions.
I really enjoyed everything about How to Save a Life. The story is told from the perspective of Jill, a senior in high school who has lost her father and Mandy, a pregnant 18-year old who is fleeing from her old life. On an impulse, but w...