Monday, April 27, 2020

Blog Post on "Deliveries 60-70 Years Ago"


Robert Chianese at Island View Media did a wonderful blog post on home deliveries made in the old days in Trenton, New Jersey. I think it’s a great read and I highly recommend it! https://www.islandviewmedia.com/single-post/2020/04/22/Home-Deliveries-Then-and-Now

Let’s go back 60-70 years to my home in Kansas City, Missouri and I’ll reflect a bit on the deliveries made to our home on West 58th Terrace.

One of my fond memories is of Manor Bread. This was in the early 1950’s. We had moved to our new house, the one we enjoyed for over 50 years. They actually had a horse-drawn buggy. They would come once a week. The driver was known to my Mom. She talked about cuisine and how he helped her.  (Manor Bread is in Facebook. “Things and Places We Loved When We Were Much Younger.”

An especially favorite memory is Salt Rising Bread. This was a real treat. It wasn’t available generally, so when it was available, everybody wanted it. Salt Rising Bread! In the toaster! I still want it, and I succeeded in making it some sixty years later, but there was some trouble with the bread dough. I tried my old Crock Pot once, at 200 degrees, which was a little high for the temperature after twenty-four hours, but it did work!

There was no coal service, as we had a gas heater.  But I remember the basement room into which coal had been delivered. It was about 6 feet wide, about 8 deep and maybe a 7 foot ceiling.  It was part of the wall, but went back from the wall. It was opposite the stairs to the basement. It was on these stairs that I sat, about 60 years ago.

I had a .22 carbine, made by Remington. Target practice took place in the basement. My Dad supervised at first. I was about 10 or 11, maybe 12.  Later I was allowed to do it by myself. What we did was to shoot into the coal bin. The target device was on saw-horses. It was small, with sand between boards. I would target something, a bullseye, for example on the front side, and then shoot.

When I pulled the trigger, I was a little off kilter and the shot ricocheted. I could hear the bullet zinging around the basement!