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More icebox memories

As noted in today's column, I received more icebox recollections than I could use. But before we close the door on this, here are just a few more.

“The kids always followed the truck and the iceman would give them ice chips.” — Dorothy Tait

“I grew up in the 30s and 40s near Bonners Ferry and I remember very well the icebox my folks had on our back porch. We had a pond on our farm and my dad harvested ice in blocks every winter and stored it in sawdust in our ice house by the pond.” – Rosalyn Clark

“As a child growing up in Spokane I remember running out to the ice truck to see if we could get a few ice chips. Ice men were kind and we enjoyed this treat.” — Robert Wilson

“I used to visit my grandmother in a small town in Iowa. Her icebox stood in the kitchen next to the wall-mounted telephone with a handcrank on the side of it.” — Gary Polser

“My grandmother, who lived on West Broadway, had one on her back porch. The man who delivered ice I can picture in my mind to this day.” — Patricia Collier

“When my family moved home from Seattle to Spokane after WWII we lived with my grandmother. She had an electric refrigerator but she also kept ice in the built-in icebox in her ample pantry. The horse-pulled ice wagon stopped at several homes on our block on East Everett Avenue, attracting every kid in the neighborhood to the back of the wagon to grab a long sliver of ice.” — Isabelle Green

“The people that lived across the creek from our farm had an icebox. Oh, that cold milk was wonderful.” — Joanne Lindley

“My husband, Chuck, was raised in Beech Bottom, West Virginia. He recalls the opening in the kitchen wall that the iceman would fill with a big chunk of ice every other day. Food to be kept cold would then be put around it. He refers to it as their hillbilly refrigerator.” — Kathy Huggins

“I still remember having to empty the pan under our icebox that collected the water from the melting ice.” — Gerald Hartley

“We were either too rural or — which I suspect — too poor to have ice delivered.” — Chet Nelson

“In late 1940 or early 1941, my younger brother and I decided to help mom in the kitchen. When she told us the ice man was delivereing that morning we literally emptied everything in the icebox onto the kitchen floor. Not very helpful as we were 3 and 2 year olds enjoying the mess.” — Bill Kaufman

“We had an icebox when my mom and I lived in Coplen Park in Hillyard in 1946. The iceman delivered but if you missed him you had to go to the icehouse in Hillyard to pick up a block of ice. Well, I rode my bike up there and brought the ice home in my bike basket. It was hard steering but I made it. I was 12. My kids roll their eyes when I tell this story but tell it anyway.” — Joan Matlack

“Our icebox was old and corroded and you could hear the ice melt on a hot summer's day. Well, it was something to do while waiting the REQUIRED hour after lunch before we could go swimming.” — Cathi Rawley


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Features writer Paul Turner is a columnist for The Spokesman-Review in the Features department. He writes "The Slice" column, which appears six times a week and produces general features stories for the Today section.

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