When I was a kid we lived on the far edge of South St Paul when it was nothing but cornfields. There was a small airport just down the road and diragables-blimps-used to land there. They would come in right over our house.
I remember the milk bottles with the cream on top. Did anyone else used to soak up the bacon grease with bread and eat it right out of the frying pan? Ahhh, those were the days! Haven't had a heart attack yet either.