Hopedale History
    August 15, 2006
    No. 66
    Milk Wagons


    Charles Stewart update. Last time, I asked if anyone knew why Charles Stewart, killed in
    action in 1944, according to a Milford News article at the time, wasn’t listed on the
    veterans’ monument at Hopedale Village Cemetery. It turns out that the report of Stewart’
    s death was greatly exaggerated. After several phone calls, I found out from Tracey
    Liberatore that Stewart is alive, well and living in Shrewsbury. (Tracey’s mother-in-law is
    Stewart’s foster sister.) I called him and here’s a bit of what he told me. He was a turret
    gunner and engineer on a B-24 in September 1944 when his plane was shot down near
    the border of Germany and Czechoslovakia. He parachuted out and very shortly after
    landing was taken in by partisans in the area. He was with them during the rest of the war
    and never ended up in a POW camp. Evidently, lists of prisoners were being exchanged,
    but since he wasn’t on them, the War Department eventually concluded that he must
    have been killed and notified his foster parents, the McVittys. I hope to have a bit more
    on him soon. More on Stewart.  

    Recent deaths of Hopedale and former Hopedale people: Clarence “Kip” Lapworth, 87,
    Curville Cox, 97, John Donley, 58, and Jack Haringa, 61, (teacher, HHS, 1966 – 1978)

    Don McGrath’s article about the Freedom Street neighborhood, near the five corners,
    inspired Al Marzetta to write about the Maple Street area, back in the 1940s and 1950s. It
    tells of the Curley, Izzo, Marzetta and Scalzi families who lived in that neighborhood.

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                             Milk Wagons of Mendon, Hopedale and Milford

    When my father was a kid, back around 1920, he delivered milk in Milford. One thing he
    told about the job that seems amazing now, is that the customer would leave an open
    container out on the front steps. The milkman (or, in this case, milkboy) would bring the
    milk to it and pour in a quart or two or whatever the customer had ordered. Don McGrath
    has been interested in milk wagons for much of his life. I received the following account
    of them in the area from him in the mail last week.

    When we first started going up to Mendon, in the summer of 1931, I think Maple Farm
    had been recently sold to Arnold VanderSluis, a middle-aged single man from
    Whitinsville, who had gotten tired of his monotonous job in the Whitin Machine Works,
    that included watching the clock. VanderSluis had a sister who took care of the house.
    Arnold was a rather strict Christian, who wouldn’t do haying on Sunday, regardless of the
    weather forecast.

    Probably about 1930, Leonard E. Taft had passed away and his widow, Minnie Taft
    moved up the street two or three houses. Like Walter Beal, they had a similar mild
    wagon, and sold cream, and, I suppose, milk too, or at least, so I recall. I don’t think Len
    Taft went on the milk route. Raymond Barrows took care of that chore and they only went
    about four days a week. I can remember seeing the horse and milk wagon trotting along
    Dutcher Street and making the turn to Freedom Street, heading back to Mendon when
    we’d be out at recess at about 10:30 at the Dutcher Street School. The milk wagon was
    in good repair then and the Tafts had a spare wagon to use if the regular one was in the
    paint shop.

    Walter Beal used to hire that wagon if need be. The fee was twenty-five cents a day.
    That wagon said “Milford Town Farm” on it, and I think Herbert Austin’s name might have
    been on it as “Farm Mgr.”

    Mrs. Austin ran a pig farm at the corner of Asylum and West streets. That included a
    second farm further along Asylum Street, toward the town farm. Long-time game warden,
    Bill Prentiss had a small house on that section of Asylum Street.

    But to get back to the milk wagons, Arnold VanderSluis continued to use it for a short
    while, but he rather soon switched to a truck.

    Later Tim Cronan had it toward the end of his milk route days and it finally landed with
    Dan Glennon, the wearer out of so many of the old milk wagons. Don McGrath, August
    5, 2006.

    Here's a response from Phil Roberts. -  I remember my Dad telling me that he tried to get
    milk from A. VanDerSluis on a Sunday, once.  Mr. V., true to his convictions, refused to
    sell it--gave him a quart for free.

           Cheers,
           Phil


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