"Cambridge Ice Box" oil on panel, 12" x 16", 2015 |
The ice house I remember was on Mellor Avenue in my hometown. We'd back into the loading dock and the ice man would step down swinging his tongs one-handed as he plunked a large chunk of ice into the rear compartment of our station wagon. My father had the job of attacking it with an ice pick making the ice more manageable for what ever event we had planned.
I've often wondered about real ice boxes and how many times per week ice had to be delivered to keep the food from spoiling. In those hot Baltimore row house kitchens I'm sure there was a lot of melting ice. I favor this model because it's white and seems so friendly. I've seen many wooden oak types in antique shops but they seem too formal for my taste in vintage appliances.
Hello Charlene,
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this post . . . and the beautiful "icebox" art.
Here is a link to a similar subject you will enjoy at another favorite blog, with an "iceman" comment from me: http://simanaitissays.com/2015/08/06/put-it-in-the-monitor-top
When my family moved to Catonsville in '57 we were past the icebox stage, although the metal trays (with the handle :<) were evident. Right up to the current century my parents never stopped saying icebox for refrigerator.
Thanks for the memories. Keep up good works.
Warmest regards,
Bill Urban
Catonsville