Comments on: Another oldie but goodie

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By: Ymarsakar

Ymarsakar — Sun, 11 May 2014 07:24:52 +0000

By the way, Mark Rippetoe, the author of “Starting Strength,” recommends drinking one gallon of whole milk a day if you want to pack on muscle. Don’t know if it works, but he has gained a big rep among those who want to get stronger.

Milk has complete protein acid and amino acids. That means that muscle rebuilding can proceed without bottlenecks. There are other sources of complete protein, but harder to digest due to being in solid form.

The human body finds it easier to metabolize protein and fat, then carbohydrates. Mostly because carbs are stored as glycogen in muscles. If they aren’t used, the liver has to reprocess them.

By: J.J.

J.J. — Sat, 10 May 2014 21:28:03 +0000

We had an icebox. The icehouse was about a 1/4 mile from our house. My older brother and I would take a wagon over and get a block of ice that just fit in the icebox compartment. As I recall the ice would last about two weeks. We had the chore of emptying the drip pan, which caught the melting ice water.

Our village was too small (500-800 people) for differing food vendors. We had a small grocery store with a limited selection of foods, but it sufficed.

We did have a dairy and milk was delivered early in the morning. My first summer job at 14 was as a helper on the milk delivery run for the dude ranches and guest lodges in the area. It was a twenty-five mile route that took most of a day to cover. I carried cans of milk and cartons of quarts from the truck into the lodges’ cold storage rooms. Healthy work for a growing boy.

Should I live to be 95, I would pray to be as sharp as Ruthy. Heck, I would like to be as sharp as she is today. 🙂

By: davisbr

davisbr — Sat, 10 May 2014 15:37:13 +0000

Amazon Fresh. What’s old is new.

…as it ever was since days of auld.

I recall the milk bottles jingling. Rinsing them out (in hot! soapy water) when empty, and setting them out to be picked up the next morning. Local dairy. Real “recycling” when it wasn’t just a feel good PC fad donchaknow.

The milk was whole milk, with butter fats that would rise to the top. I still crave the stuff.

Five kids. We went through at least a gallon a day.

I loved that truck.

By: Oldflyer

Oldflyer — Sat, 10 May 2014 06:13:02 +0000

Talk of ice men and so on reminds me that when I was very young, but old enough to know, one of the route delivery men was also the Bolita (numbers) dealer. Mom and all of the neighbor ladies would buy whatever they needed and place their bets on whatever number they dreamed of the night before.

By: Lizzy

Lizzy — Sat, 10 May 2014 05:35:19 +0000

My mom just mentioned how nice it was back in the 60’s when she could walk to the grocery store, make her purchase, and then shortly after she arrived home the grocery store would deliver the groceries. Also, remember when someone else would fill your gas tank? Things are lot less service-oriented, and much less friendly nowdays.

But I must tell you that I still have my milk delivered along with other dairy items. It’s a local dairy, and it’s their milk/their cows – so the selling point (in addition to delivery!) is that the milk always tastes the same. So good.

By: Beverly

Beverly — Sat, 10 May 2014 05:22:29 +0000

Speaking of changing times: Wretchard posted this at the Belmont Club.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rY5G7seNlbA

Wow. Just, wow.

By: neo-neocon

neo-neocon — Sat, 10 May 2014 04:51:29 +0000

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By: Susanamantha

Susanamantha — Sat, 10 May 2014 02:46:59 +0000

I remember all those home deliveries. I also remember the ragman, who would walk the streets pushing his cart piled high with cloth bits, yelling “Ragman. Ragman.” If we had any old rags no longer suitable for using as cleaning cloths, we would give them to him. No paper towels in those days so rags were handy for us until they were too holey to be of use.

By: Sgt. Mom

Sgt. Mom — Sat, 10 May 2014 01:53:13 +0000

My mother held out for the very last commercial dairy who did deliveries in that part of the San Fernando Valley – very late 1970s to early 1980s, maybe. I’m rather vague on the last time I saw this, but I do recall that he did milk, eggs, cream and yoghurt. He’d come in through the back door, open the fridge, assess what there was, suggest what we needed that he saw we were short of … and there we were.

Trying to imagine that today.