|Essex, New York (@EssexNY)|
|4/18/16, 1:02 PM
Remember Anson’s Dairy? Milk, eggs, butter, cream cheese, etc. delivered to our door throughout my childhood. pic.twitter.com/OSNwKq4IRd
I grew up in Wadhams when there was still a post office, a general store, and an Agway farm supply store. Does that sound like a Norman Rockwell calendar illustration? It certainly does when you add a milkman into the mix.
Rain snow or shine Mr. Anson delivered the brunt of our breakfast ingredients. Each week he drove or walked (if too snowy or icy to drive) up our steep driveway lugging his fresh provisions. He let himself in, dropped off the goods, picked up a check that my mother left for him once a month, and continued on his way.
The good old days…