More on ice chips and horses

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  1. Evidence big brothers are good for something beside tormenting younger sisters? Even in the nice sections of homes, there were milk men in trucks for quite a while.
    When I was small, our family enjoyed taking a car ride (it was cooler riding as there was no AC0 and we’d go by to see what color the downtown Mobil Pegasus flying horse was (On top of their offices – they change the color to show what weather was predicted), then past a very large flowing bubbling fountain in front of a hotel, and finally past the Mrs Bairds’ bakery to smell all the lovely bread baking smells ( everyone kept any window available window wide open in all buildings). Such outings were a big deal.

    1. Ah yes, milk deliveries. We had those too. With five kids, we went through a lot of milk. I distinctly remember my older brother getting home from football practice, going to the fridge, and standing there chugging an entire quart of milk. (Or maybe I’m misremembering that, too.)

      In OKC it was the First National Bank building downtown that used colored lighting at the top to indicate the weather.

      Bakery smells … we had ’em in abundance. The giant Wonder Bread bakery was less than a mile from our house, and if the wind was right … mmmm Best sales device ever invented.

  2. I am nine years older than my oldest sister and thirteen years older than my youngest sister so I can sympathize with your brother in his responsibilities in having to keep you straight on those early life events. 🙂

    Now as far as the milk deliveries go, we had those for sure and a Wonder Bread bakery to boot!

    As a side note to PhilosoperMouse… tormenting younger sisters are among my most precious memories from those days growing up. Especially when I was playing ‘monster man’! 😀

    1. I don’t recall a lot of teasing from my older brother, perhaps because he already had more important things to think about. I do recall he’d plant his hand firmly on my forehead with a stiff arm and taunt me to try to reach him. I couldn’t, of course (he grew to be 6’4″). Most of my “torment” came from a sister just 18 months my junior. I’ve heard the most friction is usually between siblings who are close in age. I, of course, never tormented my younger siblings. 😉

      In addition to the Wonder Bread bakery, there was a little Mom & Pop bakery within walking distance of our house. With pies, cakes, cinnamon rolls, etc., always in the oven, and cases of fresh baked goods always on display, that place was absolute heaven. (Have I mentioned my lifelong addiction to baked goods?)

... and that's my two cents