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Had one at my grandparent's house and the "coal chute" door was near it too. Back in the 1940's I can remember waiting for the coal truck to come and the man putting the chute up into the opening. Shortly, a 1/2 ton of coal slid down into a bunker on one end of the cellar.
i remember the coal delivery trucks - they had a chain drive!I-)
Yup, they did have chain drive. I haven't seen one in 60 years. Haven't seen a "rag-man" on a horse drawn cart with a string of bells behind him since I lived in Paterson, NJ in the late 40's either.
There was one of those in our apartment in Los Angeles in the late 50's. No milkman, though. Closest was the Helms Bakery delivery truck which would come by once a week.
I used to live in an apartment in Chicago that had a similar delivery door for ice...for the icebox.
The house I grew up in had one, in Calgary, Alberta; the box was at the back door for easier access for the milkman, who came up the back lane. The house was built in 1955 and we lived in it until 1968, though I believe home milk delivery stopped in the early 1960s. We'd leave an order in the box for the next delivery. I remember many a cold winter morning when the milk would have frozen before we got to it, producing a pillar of cream - the milk wasn't homogenized - a few inches high projecting from the top of the bottle, forcing the cardboard cap and foil wrap on the bottle neck right off.
To be accurate, there was always a bit of cream at the top of a milk bottle, but not enough that the projecting pillar of frozen dairy was all cream.We'd get milk in glass quart bottles and cream in pints.
There are parts of Canada which still receive milk home delivery, I think mostly out east now though. It comes in 1L bags, and the milk company gives you a special jug that the bag slides into perfectly. The family I went to for before and after school care got milk bag delivery, and it was a treat for me to slide the new bag into the jug and cut the corner to pour. It required finesse - too small and the milk was a tiny stream that would arc too high, too big and it would dribble down the bag into the jug.