If dairy farmers sought as much profit as oil companies - in some cases, 1,600 percent - a gallon of milk would cost $190.
Sen. Barbara Boxer, D-Calif., circa 2001
I lived at 1707 Foulkrod Street for over 20 years. We rented our house from Baldwin Dairies. Grew up with Jack Baldwin, son of Edgar, who lived on Harrison St. Worked at the dairy from from 1943 to 1945 when I was drafted into the Army. I worked on the fillers on the table, in the refrigerated box, I worked on the track feeding the bottle washer. As a kid, I watched the blacksmith in his shop next to the stable on Duffield St., as he made horseshoes and shoed the horses. I can still hear the sounds of him hammering on the anvil. It was a great childhood living close to the dairy and knowing all the drivers and the plant employees. Thanks for the memories.
Jim Kaewel (retired), Bensalem, PA, Oct 29, 2000
I guess because I was the youngest, I always got the job of shoveling the s##t from the stable. Somebody had to do it but I always seemed to be the one.
John F. Baldwin, Medford Lakes, NJ, circa 1999
In the winter the horses would sometimes slip on the ice. The horse would be afraid to get back up on the ice so you had to help them up. Sometimes after they got up, they would run back to the stable where it was warm and you'd have to run back just to drag him back out and hitch him up to finish your route.
Bowers O. Baldwin, Philadelphia, PA, March 17, 1994
You'd walk back to the stable, and there the horse would be, enjoying his dinner of hay, already. I'd punch that son of a bitch in the nose! Horses hate to be punched in the nose!
William T. Kelly, Philadelphia, PA, March 17, 1994
A horse would get to know the milk route, so a milkman rarely had to take the reins to guide or stop his horse. The horse would simply stop and wait just long enough for the milkman to make a delivery, then move to the next house. While I was courting my wife to be, I would forget about time while talking to her. When I finally got my mind back on work, the horse was far off in the distance.
Wayne B. Baldwin, Philadelphia, PA, circa 1980
Tthe Little Man Serves The Best!
Author unconfirmed, circa mid 1900's