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Posted on 7/1/26 at 9:20 am to CAD703X
My grandparents called theirs either a deep freeze or an icebox, but it was just an old chest freezer. I cleaned it out and moved it to my basement after they passed away, and it ran another 10 years. This thing was a beast from the late 80s or early 90s, Kelvinator brand. I finally had to get rid of it a few weeks ago. Was going to see if there was room in it to store some food for a seafood boil we were having, and even though it looked to be plugged in, the plug was slightly loose. When I opened the lid the smell was horrible. Everything had thawed and there was a stinky soupy bit of water in the bottom. I cleaned it out and took it outside, tried plugging it in to see if it would run again and if it was worth cleaning out completely. It would sound like it was cycling on and off, but for less than a minute. The smell is what made me not try and save it.
Posted on 7/1/26 at 9:20 am to CAD703X
Growing up in the deep piney woods of North Louisiana, we had a bonified ice box on the back porch and once a week the ice man would stop on the dirt road, roll back the tarpaulin and chip off a 25 pound block of it.
He'd throw it over his shoulder, (he wore a weird little shoulder apron) and bring it to the icebox and tear out of the ice booklet nailed to the door post.
We lived where two dirt roads intersected and couldn't see our neighbors.
He'd throw it over his shoulder, (he wore a weird little shoulder apron) and bring it to the icebox and tear out of the ice booklet nailed to the door post.
We lived where two dirt roads intersected and couldn't see our neighbors.
Posted on 7/1/26 at 9:21 am to liquid rabbit
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True story--my grandfather used to deliver ice from a horse-drawn wagon on Claiborne Avenue.
When my mom was a kid, who is 87, still remembers the ice delivery guy making rounds in the neighborhood...
Hell, I remember the milkman when I was a kid...
We had a galvanized milk box on the side the house that looked like this, only it was stamped with "Norwood Dairy".. We got half gallon reusable glass bottles of milk.
This post was edited on 7/1/26 at 9:41 am
Posted on 7/1/26 at 9:29 am to LSUtoBOOT
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Right next to the hot water heater.
80% of the year in LA attics it most definitely is a hot water heater
Posted on 7/1/26 at 9:34 am to CAD703X
One of my grandmas called it and icebox, and the other one called it a Frigidaire.
Posted on 7/1/26 at 9:34 am to CAD703X
I grew up with a "real Ice box". My Dad made a weekly trip to the local "Ice" company, and came home with this huge block of ice (at least huge in my eyes), which he deposited at the bottom of our "Ice Box".
We were poor and we didn't know it. We had each other and an affirming supportive community. Momma bought sugar, flour, and coffee. Our farm provided everything else. Momma could grow broomsticks - a skill she learned during the depression. We all had our assigned chores. I miss those days.
We all gathered together on Sunday at our Church and with one voice worshipped the Living God. Our Church Fairs (aka bazaar) were fantastic. My wife and sister handled the Flower and Plant booth. I remember at the end of the bazaar on Sunday having a feeling of great accomplishment. I realize now it was the sense of fellowship (a feeling of being united as one) that left me with great peace. That Mystical Body of Christ is really something.
There was no one lacking in our community.
We were poor and we didn't know it. We had each other and an affirming supportive community. Momma bought sugar, flour, and coffee. Our farm provided everything else. Momma could grow broomsticks - a skill she learned during the depression. We all had our assigned chores. I miss those days.
We all gathered together on Sunday at our Church and with one voice worshipped the Living God. Our Church Fairs (aka bazaar) were fantastic. My wife and sister handled the Flower and Plant booth. I remember at the end of the bazaar on Sunday having a feeling of great accomplishment. I realize now it was the sense of fellowship (a feeling of being united as one) that left me with great peace. That Mystical Body of Christ is really something.
There was no one lacking in our community.
This post was edited on 7/1/26 at 9:41 am
Posted on 7/1/26 at 9:35 am to CAD703X
I used to have one but J Murdah stole it
Posted on 7/1/26 at 9:36 am to CAD703X
Is your ice box running?
Do you have Prince Edward in a can?
Do you have Prince Edward in a can?
Posted on 7/1/26 at 9:49 am to The Pirate King
My parents bought their house my mom is still in in 1984 and the previous owners left a freezer which was probably from the late 70’s.
It still works and I’m convinced that thing will outlive me and I was born years after they moved in.
It still works and I’m convinced that thing will outlive me and I was born years after they moved in.
Posted on 7/1/26 at 10:03 am to Hold That Tiger 10
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I will still say ice box from time to time.
My Dad, 87, still says icebox from time to time.
Posted on 7/1/26 at 10:15 am to LSUtoBOOT
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Right next to the hot water heater.
Well played-------
Posted on 7/1/26 at 10:19 am to Hangover Haven
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I have the C one in my dining room, we use as a liquor cabinet...
It's a White Mountain Grand.. Looks like this...
That is so cool.
Posted on 7/1/26 at 10:31 am to CAD703X
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that's what we called our fridge my entire life growing up. I rarely hear that term used anymore.
I'm 84 years old. Growing up in Hammond in the 1940s, we had a real "ice box". The iceman delivered us a block of ice twice a week. We used an ice pick to chip off ice for tea and cold drinks.
Posted on 7/1/26 at 10:48 am to CAD703X
We actually had one of these when I was younger but just for decor
Posted on 7/1/26 at 10:49 am to CAD703X
My Grandpa calls the refrigerator the "Jukebox" but he is demented, so, I guess he has an excuse.
Posted on 7/1/26 at 11:32 am to NorthEndZone
I will call a fridge an icebox. My 11 year old looks at me like I’m crazy when I do. It then is an opportunity to explain that not too terribly long ago things he takes for granted didn’t exist.
I’m late 40s but the women in my life (mainly at my wife’s behest) have been calling me an old man for years.
I like anachronisms though as they remind me the world didn’t begin the day I was born, and the phrases keep me tied to my loved ones that have passed on.
I’m late 40s but the women in my life (mainly at my wife’s behest) have been calling me an old man for years.
I like anachronisms though as they remind me the world didn’t begin the day I was born, and the phrases keep me tied to my loved ones that have passed on.
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