Driving The Milk Truck

Written By: Gary Wonning

Since money was always tight, my dad started driving a milk truck, he drove around to various farms and picked up the milk the farmers collected from their cattle. The milk was poured into ten gallon cans and dad would pick up the cans, load them on the truck and leave the farmer the empty cans from the day before so the farmer would have something to put milk in the next day.

Whenever I wasn’t in school I would go with him, and once a week, the milk company we delivered the milk to would sell butter and various products to its customers. This was good, I would go along and take the butter to the house so it wouldn’t melt and would normally get a tip of a nickel or dime. We had one customer that would give me a quarter. I was walking in tall cotton when I got that quarter.

Dad especially liked to drive in the snow, the deeper the better. He would take a cousin along when the roads were bad so he would have help in case they got stuck in a snow drift.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

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