New Refrigerator is Installed

Yesterday (Wednesday) afternoon, two men from Sears delivered our new refrigerator. Sylvia and I were working in the garage when the truck arrived. It didn’t take too long for the men to remove the old box and to setup the new one. We were very happy. A week earlier, the old unit had ceased working well.  It cooled, but not very well.

Last evening, I found myself thinking about how much life has changed in my lifetime. I remember when my grandparents had an old ice box. You put a block of ice into a box and it cooled food enough to keep in from spoiling. It required no electricity, which was good, because there was no electricity in their neighborhood. It seems to me that we frequently take our modern conveniences for granted.

Old fashion icebox like the one that Grandma had.

As I thought about this last evening, I penned these lines into my notebook.

The Icebox
My grandma called it an icebox.
I call it refrigerator.
Grandma’s box held ice and her food,
It didn’t need a generator.
In winter it was kept outdoors.
She had to watch that things don’t freeze.
In my house a white metal box,
It chills my food, makes ice to please.

By the early 1950s, electrical service had reached my grandparents’ country home. Soon, they had a refrigerator and retired the old icebox. They also had electric lights. I liked those, because they didn’t make your eyes sting the way the fumes from the kerosene lamps did.
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About Chuck

I am retired after a career in electronics and in publishing. Today, my wife of 50+ years, Sylvia, and I live in a house on a hill beside a dirt road in rural west Michigan. We enjoy living in this country environment where livestock and wild life out number the human population.

7 thoughts on “New Refrigerator is Installed

  1. That is cute Chuck, first time to see an ice box like this though I often heard how to store foods it won't spoil in a snap but not like this stuff. It's nice! Thanks for the share Chuck!

  2. We used icebox and refrigerator interchangeably. I don't remember an icebox, but the fridge must have come to the house not long before I did! I am told that we were the last house in the county on a paved road to get electricity, and that it happened after my mom and dad moved back to the farm. My mom was not a farm girl, and she was not happy with the lack of that utility! Actually, come to think of it, it was a gas refrigerator!

  3. Oh how nice for you! I am sure you will be thrilled with your new erm, ice box.

    I think it's a regional term as well as generational.

  4. Poem nicely delineates a generational difference in styles of living.

    The picture? Nice piece of furniture! We have a White Clad icebox in our kitchen which looks just like yours, except it's finish is a lighter color.
    After the previous comment, dare I admit that I still find "icebox" easier to say than is "refrigerator"?

  5. For the longest time my hubby called the refrigerator an icebox. I suppose that's what happens when you grow up on the family farm!

  6. Ah, the old icebox! Can you imagine how folks thought this was great?? We have an attached garage and we keep our pop and water out there. It's great in winter because it is always cold when you grab it–it's sort of our winter icebox!

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