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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