Monday, February 18, 2008
I was just looking at that picture and remembering. This is the very house that I tried to paint yellow with my new crayon, as Mother had always talked about wanting a "yellow house." (She got one after the war - a very pretty ivory colored house, which qualified as yellow). Mother cried, as it was a rental house, but I remember the landlord collapsing in laughter on the porch steps when he saw it. I also remember that we were fortunate people, as we had an ice box for food storage. Mother would put a little square thing in the window on ice delivery day - it was in four different colors, with how many lbs. of ice she needed - It was placed so that what she wanted was on top. I used to change it when green wasn't on top, as that was my favorite color - and the ice man with his giant tongs finally learned to consult her before bringing in the blocks of ice. We still were calling a refrigerator (miracle of modern technolory) the "ice box" thirty years later.