The Demise of the Milkman’s Horse
by Loraine Ritchey email@example.com
I was very , very tiny but I can remember “Charlie” the Milkman’s horse – even though we lived in London – in a semi detached.
Every morning the clinking of milk bottles and the clip clop on the concrete meant I would be able to feed sugar lumps and apples to a great beast of an animal. ( He probably wasn’t that big but to me he was magnificence personified).
I wasn’t alone all the kids and mums in the street would be out, rain or shine, getting their milk, turning back their freshly washed milk bottles ( no forced recycling- times were tough – this was no throw away society) . Neighbors would chat –
How is Mrs. so and so doing – I hear Joes’ mum is poorly- Joanie you had better watch out for the Fredericks chap he is a rotter-
You knew where you were what was respectable behaviour , what would be acceptable – what would not be tolerated – It was a time when “society” made the rules – not into what legal category poor behaviour fell- and how you you get away with this but not that ..
You were sent to Coventry by society – the blind eye was not turned- your neighbors gathering around the Milkman’s horse saw you kept your nose tidy .
Bottles with notes left on the doorstep for the milkman to collect- slowly the neighborhoods went into their own little houses – cut off from a neighborhood society due to the loss of the Milkman’s horse-
Then supermarkets and big plastic bottles caused us to “progress ” further into civilization and with it the ambiguity of what is acceptable. Society has suffered due to the demise of the the Milkman’s horse – Bring back the Milkman’s horse – I want my guidelines back!