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Eleanor, were you a Tomboy when you were young? E of the headdress At 12:48 AM 9/25/2000 EDT, you wrote: >In a message dated 9/24/00 10:50:24 PM EST, [log in to unmask] writes: > ><< You just made me think of the old ice boxes and the ice man who delivered > his freezing block every two or three days. >> > >Edith, >You brought back old memories with this one. My Mother is from Maxton and >when I was little we'd visit in the summer. My Grandmother had an old ice >box that required the big ice blocks and it was delivered by the iceman, >whose name was Oscar and for some reason I seem to remember that he only had >one hand. (I have to check the paper or the calendar to see what the date is >but I can remember the iceman's name after fifity years--go figure.) Anyway, >one day while Oscar was delivering the ice, I decided to swing on the icebox >door and the whole thing turned over. I wasn't hurt, but there were some >pickled beets in there and for a while everyone thought I'd gotten cut and >was bleeding all over the place. Needless to say after the initial panic >subsided and they realized I was all right, Mom and Ran were not too happy >with my choice of exercise. I didn't do it again either. Good thing Oscar >was there to help pick up the icebox. >You're right--this is fun! >Eleanor >PS I loved Brooklyn, too. Mom use to go to the bakery for bread and they >had a machine that sliced a whole loaf of bread after you bought it. E > >