29 thoughts on “Ice

  1. I remember when the ice man came by each day. He stopped at the house next door to fill the ice box. All the kids in the neighborhood would rush to the truck and beg for slivers of ice to suck on.

    Wow! That brings back memories.

    Nice shoot by the way.

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  2. I, too, remember when the ice man came by to fill my grandmother’s ice box. And what fun it was when I wormed a sliver of ice from him to suck on. Too bad all kids have today are there computer games.

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    • I agree that kids today may well be lacking the joy found in simple things including genuine interactions and slivers of pleasure found in uninterrupted time with family.

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  3. Ah, and I am yet another who recalls the ice man, the rag man and even the man who came around to sharpen my mother’s scissors. The rag man was black, and I always wondered where all the old clothes were going.

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  4. We never had an ice man. I guess in Northern Alberta we did not need one. We had an old ice house. During the summer, it was still the coolest place on the property with its thick walls and bare floors with still a small amount of sawdust. It was also great to climb up on, run down the roof, and hurtle across the back lawn.

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  5. I worked at a camp in 1961. It was in the adirondacks on Long Lake. We had an ice house then because all our power came from a gas generator – no refrigerator. The ice lasted all summer into the fall. The first week of September the leaves all turned colors over night. Then I left. I’d like to go back some day. Thanks for the excellent image, Mike and the memories.

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    • Frank, the best summer of my life was spent at a camp, in 1961, just outside of Toronto. I was 12. I don’t know how ice was managed, but it was a summer full of self discovery and the essence of it lives inside of me. Thanks for the comment.

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      • It’s great to have such a positive memory from your 12th year, Mike. I was 19 and was hired as the handy man and jack of all trades. Got to drive a Jeep, a real Army surplus one. Took the garbage to the dump and was net by the bears. Was supposed to get up early and start the generator but missed a few mornings giving my boss, him with one lung, fits. But going up the Racket River toward Mount Marcy past the otter slides is something always with me.

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      • Yes, it is great to have that summer as memory because memories made before that time were not good ones for me. It is almost like my life actually started that summer. Your memories at that camp sound alive. If you find yourself so inclined, send me an email to m5son@comcast.net and I will send you a short memoir I have written about that summer.

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  6. I don’t know about ice men or rag men or ice boxes. I do like ice. And sometimes we have a blue box that gets filled with ice that I can munch on. I like this picture even if it doesn’t make me nostalgic.

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