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The icebox story reminds me of a similar experience. We had one of those old refrigerators with the rounded edges. My brother and I decided it would be fun to swing on the refrigerator door, and of course tipped the whole thing over on ourselves. We were fortunate that the open door caught on the kitchen table before the refrigerator flattened us. We sat there covered in eggs, milk, jelly, and everything else messy you can think of until my mother managed to rescue us. Then we got to spend the rest of the day sitting in the corner while she cleaned it up, muttering to herself. No doubt that day our genteel mother came as close to cursing as she ever did. Margie << Anyway, >one day while Oscar was delivering the ice, I decided to swing on the icebox >door and the whole thing turned over. >>