Hot summer nights on our dead end street
were full of mosquitoes, fireflies, kids playing Sputnik,
and an interminable wait for Jerry the ice cream man.
Back in the
day, our refrigerator's freezer was the size that fit two ice trays and a pound
of chop meat. Then that small cool space froze over and there was never room
for ice cream except at your birthday!
Back in the
day, our refrigerator's freezer was the size that fit two ice trays and a pound
of chop meat. Then that small cool space froze over and there was never room
for ice cream except at your birthday!
It was the
same way up and down the block on Gless Avenue in Belleville, N.J. Anybody who
got rid of their ice box and got an electric refrigerator had about the same
amount of freezer space.
Unlike an
actual ice box, think: the kitchen on The Honeymooners, where you put in a
block of ice and it melted water into a pail underneath, these new-fangled
refrigerators used electricity to take heat and make cold.
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