Frank and Ernest by Thaves for April 21, 2014

I said a nice man, not a drip-per……………not some slippery type……… I’m going to slip out now and look for another looker………..

He’ll give her the cold shoulder.

It was ages before my family stopped calling a refrigerator an ‘icebox’. I remember the sign that was put in the window to tell the iceman we needed another block. And if anyone forgot to empty the melt pan daily, it would overflow onto the floor. Gee, I’m old.

Named for his famous play, “Long Day’s Journey into Night.”

… and he cometh

Another early example of the industrial revolution wiping out jobs, the ice man was not able to find comparable work without retraining and more education. The public was distracted from the problem by yet another playright/entertainer providing frivolous entertainment to occupy the minds and energies of intelligent people ………………..

Where did they get him? Does the dating service have a time machine? Or is this just one of those cases of someone pretending to be what he isn’t, just to get a date?

It was early 1940’s when I remember watching the neighbors get an ice delivery. There was this pull-out pan at the bottom of the ice box and often the floor ended up needing mopping. I’m guessing 2 or 3 times a week delivery, depending on weather. Nobody locked doors and the iceman just whistled when he walked in with the ice on his back. He wore a canvas or leather cape. I never understood the neighbor kids running and clamoring all over the truck for slivers of ice like it was candy. It just hurt my teeth. Now milk deliveries were more interesting, especially in winter when the milk froze and cream pushed up the paper lid and sometimes you could swipe a bit of “ice cream.”

My grandfather said 50 lb blocks. Bottom of the fridge w an ice pan.

The amazing part was that 10 or 12 kids would run and jump on the back of the ice truck and climb in with the ice, and I never heard of any accidents. I’m sure they must have happened, but no parents ever warned us to be careful.