NORMAN Mellor from Meltham smiled when he read the column piece about milk deliveries by horse and cart.
“I was reminded of when I was a youngster in the 1940s and our local farmer in Netherton delivered our milk from the churn into a jug,’’ he says. “In the winter he would be bent over the churn with a dew drop on the end of his nose which, every now and then, would drop into the milk. This put me off milk until it came in bottles.
“Whether it did anyone harm I don’t know. Perhaps it could have been equivalent of the modern flu jab?”
