“I’m not old enough to remember that, but I know now that’s why my grand parents called the refrigerator “the ice box”.”
We lived way out in the country, no ice delivery there!
We had a spring house. A shed built over the spot where the water came out of the ground.
The water was channeled into a trough and eggs, milk, cream, butter and other perishables were put in heavy crockery and kept cool as the water flowed around them. Even leftovers were put in metal pails and stored in the spring house until the next meal.
We bought our first refrigerator in 68. It was a second hand one we bought from my mother’s oldest brother. He had bought it new in 51.
It was such a hit we bought a second one.
Ended up with four.
One in the kitchen for daily use.
Four in the pantry, one for eggs and butter only, we sold a lot of eggs.
Two for milk and cream only.
I miss that spring house. It cost nothing to operate and upkeep was minimal.
My mother still has that original fridge in her house. It works better than her much newer one.
Wow. Thanks.
I like to hear things like this right from the horse’s mouth.
That’s a glorious story. I hope the fridge ends up as a family keepsake. And I hope you record that story for the generations that will forget. Your library might have some sort of memories program and, if not, you might want to suggest they start one. We’re losing too many memories!