Cyclo2000 wrote:and on a Saturday the Cream Boy (usually a sweating adolescent) came round with his two buckets of cream, one single one double. Can you imagine that now?
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Funny you saying that, I was asking my 90 year old dad about that type of thing not long ago! He lived in Inglefield Street in Govanhill (the end nearer to the railway line which is now landscaped) and anyone who knows that area will know a cafe on Butterbiggins Rd near to Cathcart Rd that does hot rolls and styro's of tea.
Well back then in the mid 1920's that cafe was a dairy but there was no bottled milk then. The shop knew all their customers' regular orders and the wee boys were sent out with big churns of milk to fill the jugs left on the doorsteps. The boys had to physically lug the churns scraping along the pavements - no barrows for them! The milk was generally unpastuerized. You could ask for pastuerized but it cost more - the equivalent of today's organic labels?
The first boy at the dairy before it opened got the best run. The best run was to nearby Inglefield House which sat in the woods on the site now occupied by the Larkfield bus garage. Not only did they have a big order meaning less to drag around but the woman tipped the boys well. My dad says the only downside to getting Inglefield House was having to go down the lane into the dark woods on a winter morning.
Anyway, sorry back to ginger!