The "woody" and the bread truck and the milkman

Next to our house there was a two story barn with a hay loft. My father had all his tools and the big lawn mower on the lower floor. He refinished the first floor for a two car garage with a stone driveway. I don't remember my father's car at all but my mother had a woody wagon and it was probably a Ford. Her tag number was 26133 and she kept that for many years through many cars. She hit a bread truck one time and even though she used the acceptable seat belt of that era, which was when your mother reached across you with her right arm, I never the less smacked into the round plastic face of the clock on the dashboard. The clock sustained a crack and I sustained the confirmation of my reputation for being "hard headed".

Bread trucks and milk trucks delivered door to door . The milk crate was on your back porch stoop and the milkman would deliver full bottles for however many empty ones were in the crate. Milk came in quart size glass bottles. The cream rose to the top of the milk and my mother would carefully pour the cream out and put it in another container. Cream was for coffee. You would always have to shake the milk a little before you poured it so that any cream left in the bottle would blend with the milk. I have read that you put a card in the window when you wanted bread delivered but I really don't remember that.