This branch of the Austrian Hesch family is descended from Johann Hesch and his wife Marya (Schlinz) Hesch, who came to America from Oberschlagles, Bohemia with three sons: Paul, Mathias, and Anton. +++Johann & Marya settled in Buffalo County, Wisconsin but moved to Pierz, Mn in about 1885. .+++Mathias settled in Waumandee, Wisconsin and moved to Pierz in 1911. +++Anton never married but farmed with his dad in Agram Township, where he died in 1911.+++And Paul, my great grandfather, settled five miles away, in Buckman, Minnesota. He died there in 1900.

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Monday, March 5, 2012

"At the door or at your store"

Fairly often, the subject of 'how things have changed since I was a kid' comes up with my elderly clients. It's a fruitful topic, cuz we both have so many instances to cite. We're graciously philosophical about it, realizing that our personal "change the world" phases slipped away when we were busy at building a new business or career, or raising kids.
That conversation often segue's into "Oh, man, WHEN did [some event] change/happen, do you remember?"  This usually brings laughs, since we can't remember the names of companies or where their plant was, let alone when they stopped being a daily part of our lives. Think bobby pins, film for cameras, wringer washers, bluing, Saturday shoe polishing, hankies, junkers as first cars, clutches, fishing because we were Catholic, throat blessing cuz we ate those fish, REAL food like butter and whole milk with cream on bottles, remember? 

 An ad from an Austin, Mn newspaper, probably in the 60s, when cartons were a brand new thing.  Plastic bottles were introduced in the 80s because of this (pun alert!) dairy case:

Once we moved to Sauk Rapids, it was easiest to have milk delivered to the house. Everybody did. All my urban clients have stories about stuff their milkman did when he walked into the house to put the new milk right in the fridge.  One helped himself to a piece of pie, another turned the oven on as requested on a note...another let the dog out and back in when he stopped. 
 Naw, this wasn't OUR Oak Grove truck and driver, but evidently, Oak Grove was a franchise and still is, because this family company delivers in the west suburbs of Minneapolis.  Local dairies for us were Oak Grove, Kuebelbecks and Purity Dairy...and wasn't there one called Sanitary, too, around St Cloud?  I remember those companies mostly from their ads on book covers we 'protected' our textbooks with every fall. 
BTW, did you realize we're off on another tangent again? This time, it's Larry's fault--he found the Polly Meadows ad. ☺
And LOOK what I found:
The crate below held thirty half pint bottles, like we had at school, and the quart bottles were exactly what we bought at the Dairy Bar on 3rd street when we were kids, remember?
 Ok, Yup, I'm through!


  1. Sanitary was a market on 7th Avenue where I knew the layout well from skipping band and walking around downtown St. Cloud. If I was late getting back to the North building foyer, I would sometimes pretend I went to Sanitary to call home. It was my alibi, half way between downtown and Cathedral. Also I had to buy things for Mom sometimes; things we needed for supper, and then I would get picked up there legitimately. Oh the tangled webs we weave...

  2. Funny - I look at those half pint bottles and think of that catechism picture...

  3. Ha! I remembered just now, when I read the comment again ☺-- the nuns' milk bottle "soul" filled with mostly white cotton balls and a few naughty black ones. That image always offended me--cotton in a milk bottle was just WRONG. Ick. Couldn't she have come up with a less disgusting illustration....? But then, we remembered it, didn't we? LOL
    Still, ish.