I was watching the news last night and there was a segment about the high gas prices. Ugh. I almost turned the channel The thought of paying $4 a gallon almost makes me sick to my stomach. The thought of paying $5 per gallon DOES make me sick to my stomach. But then I saw a truck on the news . . . a truck I recognized. The news segment was filmed in Orange County, California, where I grew up. It was following a milkman and his truck to see how the high gas prices impacted him and his business. And on the side of the truck was a sign - "Rockview." And I excitedly yelled to my son, "Look!! Look!! That's the dairy we used to get our milk from!" "Mom, I'm sitting right next to you, you don't have to yell." I was so excited, and seeing that truck, and the milkman with his white uniform and hat, brought back so many memories! The Rockview milkman was part of my childhood and, thus, part of my life!
The Rockview milkman used to deliver our milk, twice a week, in glass bottles, and leave it on the front porch. Who does that anymore?! Well, apparently Rockview still does! How cool is that? Sometimes there would be orange juice or chocolate milk waiting on the porch for us as well. And sometimes, when we would run out, we would drive to the Rockview Dairy and go through their drive-through, and they would bring out what we needed and sometimes my mom and dad would buy us ice cream. And that sweet memory brought back another, and then another and another, that I will share in a subsequent blog. There used to be a dairy on the corner across from our junior high school. It really stunk, but to me it was a good kind of stink. And there was an orange grove next to our elementary school. That dairy and that orange grove have been gone for many, many years, but the memory of them is a part of me.
Simple times, or so it seemed to me as a child. Magical times, as seen through my child eyes. Thank goodness for my parents and parents around the world who provide those sweet, simple, magical times for their children.