Day 174 - The Milkman

In 1960, my brother took this photo of our milkman, when we lived in Florence, Italy. I was very fond of this sweet man who carried our bottles of milk in his bicycle basket, to our apartment.  He also had a shop down the street, where he sold dairy products.  At age 11, I loved stopping in with my siblings and picking out a frozen treat. I also loved our milkman's gentle manner.  He seemed quiet and thoughtful... a relief from all the playful teasing we American bambini got from all the other shop owners. I had him sign my autograph book before we moved back home.

Milk Memories:  The metal milk box on the front porch in Iowa... Spooning off the layer of cream at the top of the bottle, in Italy... Milking a cow just once and gagging after sipping a warm sample... Making milk better with Nestle's Quik...