Every town I lived in the Milk trucks were snubnosed.
Some people who read this blog can remember when milk was delivered to your door. The one thing I will always remember was daddy going out to get the milk and slipping on ice and sliding all the way off the porch It was only about 2 feet high. The milk jug was not broken. But he was in his ‘night shirt’ and it hurt his ego. LOL
Funny that, many occupations had a uniform.
I was always amazed at the milk bottles. The neck was always cream and the milk had to be shaken so it would pour whole milk. There were times mama would pour off a little cream if some recipe called for ‘cream.’
Mama like everyone else, washed the jugs and set them out on the porch for the milk man to take back to the dairy. Back then glass bottles were returned and reused. There were very few exceptions.
Orders and notes to the milk man were left in the empty jars, I ran across a few of them (I think these were from Old England).