Remembering another L.A.
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Re “He’s cleaned up with hard work and a polished routine,” Column One, March 18
This article brought back many memories for those of us who grew up in the 1930s and 1940s in the then-small city of Los Angeles.
The Fuller Brush man was a welcome sight at our door, and we always invited him in. We also enjoyed personal service from vendors’ trucks that sold fresh fish or displayed colorful arrays of fresh produce. There was the daily delivery of milk in shiny glass bottles. During the war, to the delight of all the kids, the milk truck was pulled by a horse to save on gas.
The Helms Bakery truck, with its handsome polished wooden drawers, held bakery treasures. The Good Humor Ice Cream truck announced its presence with a tune. We all knew our postman, who brought mail twice a day.
All that remains of those long-gone days is the daily newspaper delivered to our door each day. Let’s hope it goes on forever.
Barbara Frank Shafer
Los Angeles
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