I think this is a '58 Buick
But for today:
A couple days ago I talked about the iceman. I enjoyed all the comments. One in particular from Tom, over Myra's way. Mentioning that the ice and coal was delivered by horse and wagon in Chicago in his youth.He talked about the ice man chipping off the amount needed or requested by the ‘Ice Card’ that was always placed in the window on ice day. Yes Tom, it was the same down south. In the summer I enjoyed watching him use that ice pick and cutting off just the amount mama had requested.
(Side note: The shape of the coal bucket always fascinated me) We stopped getting coal in 1945. Daddy converted all the stoves to kerosine.)
Down south the Iceman would carry that hunk of ice thru the house and place it in the Ice Box. And in the summer there was always a bunch of kids following the truck or wagon to get the ice chips. Shucks, it was about as much of a thrill as a slushy or flavored snowball today
As a kid I was fortunate. It wasn’t far to the ice plant. The chute the huge blocks slid down on the way to the trucks had sections where the ice would shave off as it passed. There were piles of chips and shavings underneath for the taking. The men who worked there knew we were under the chute and talked to us. It was a fun time.
I thought of this again when I asked Sherry if she had put the left overs in the Ice Box. I still call the refrigerator an Ice Box much of the time.
I have now read pages of water to ice, yes it does involve heat to produce refrigeration, but I cannot find a simple to the point explanation.
The mind loses something as it turns 80. (Attn to all of you who haven't turned the page to 80 yet, especially Tom):::
When you get 79 start counting backwards with the Birthdays!