Going to School on a Milk Truck

I used to wait on the milk truck at Ashley Gate. It would take us to the the entrance of Golden River district. We would then walk the other half mile to school. The truck was driven by a man name Lion Thames. If he was indisposed it would be driven by his wife, Miss May or Bobs Henry. The truck took cows milk to the condensery in Bog Walk. The truck would collect milk from dairy farmers and store it in metal containers. Both boys and girls used to travel on the truck in the mornings. If we were lucky in the evenings when going home we would get a lift from one of then truck driver going our way. Occasionally we would catch Mr. Thames truck when he was returning from the condensery. Otherwise we would have to walk the five miles back to our homes.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Going to the Bushes to cut Firewood-review

Going to the Bushes to cut Firewood Summary of Short Stories: Three years ago Chanella Pearson and Debra Deacon were fooled by two men at around Christmas time. They seemed to be falling into the same trap yet again. Read the full story in Christmas Love. Dougal got drunk and lost his boss’ money. The man is threatening to sue him if he doesn’t find the money to repay him. Read the full story in Dougal’s Luck. Mendes moved from being a goat thief to a big time robber. But has he gone too far this time? Read the full story in The Big Steal. Why were Never and Biggerton always in a tug of war? Read the full story in Never Tired. The Mc Farlanes seem to take to trouble like a duck to water. The three brothers and their only sisters were getting into one scrape after another. Read the full story in The Trouble with the Mc Farlanes. Man is tricked by a longtime associate and seeks revenge. Read the full story in The Highflyers. What secrets could the teac
Read more

BUBBLE'S BABY-An Excerpt

Bubbles’ Baby by Austin Mitchell As I drove into Creighton on my way to Latore’s Ridge a young lady waved me down. When I stopped the car and she came up to it, I recognized her as ‘Bubbles’ Kenton, one of my former students. “Teacher, can I beg you a ride to Rennals?” “Sure, Bubbles, get in.” I opened the car door for her and she got in. She had a young baby with her, but I noticed that she didn’t have a bag, although the baby was wrapped in a towel. “Your first baby, Bubbles?” I asked as I drove off the car. “He’s Leta’s baby, teacher. I don’t have any children yet. She’s gone for an interview in Kingston so she begged me to keep him for her.” I used to teach both Bubbles and Leta at Mc Cauley High School in Oakley district. That was about eight years ago. I was no longer teaching school. Bubbles might have been about twelve and Leta was two years older. “So what are you doing for yourself now, Bubbles?” “I plan to go to evening classes next year.” “That’s good, so what
Read more

Jamaica Creative Writer's Conference

How about a creative writers conference? This would bring together some of Jamaica's best creative writers to share ideas. I'm putting it out there because as far as I know there is not a lot going for creative writers. Can anybody make a living out of creative writing in Jamaica? I don't know but if anybody in Jamaica is making a living out of creative writing then they ought to be saluted. A creative writing conference, workshop, whatever is needed for local writers to share ideas. Please visit my pages at Amazon by typing in Austin G Mitchell.
Read more