Don’t know how the newspaper got into the house, but I remember sitting on grandfather’s lap (from Sherman TX) while he read me the color comics. One of my best memories. I also remember when windows weren’t double pane and you could draw in the frost Jack Frost would paint on the glass. The refrigerator was called the ice box.
And ours was an ice box and the ice man delivered big blocks every other day; and the coal guy came every other week and poured coal from his truck down the chute and into the cellar coal bin.