Everybody called our grandpa on my mother's side Doc. He passed away when I was quite young. One of the few memories I have of Doc is in his sunny kitchen in New Orleans early in the morning. He brought the milk inside from where it was delivered to the door. He held the half gallon glass bottle in one hand and removed the little paper cap on top. Carefully he poured the cream that had separated and floated to the top into his coffee.
Milk was not homogenized then. If you wanted whole milk, you shook the bottle to disperse the cream back into the rest of the milk. But a lot of people did like Doc - poured off the cream that floated to the top to save it for coffee or oatmeal or desserts. The milk remaining had a lower fat content and was drunk with meals or used in cooking.
The bottle, once empty, was left at the door for the milkman to pick up and return to the bottling plant. The empty bottles were sterilized and refilled with fresh milk.
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