A weekly-ish blog sharing my series of collages about growing up in the South during the 1950s.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
EARLY MORNING DELIVERIES
Before the sun was up, the milkman delivered milk from the local dairy right to our front door. A list was left for him with instructions about how many quarts to leave. It was placed with the well-scrubbed, empty glass bottles from the last delivery.