Monday, February 18, 2008

Addendum: REMEMBERING!

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.

3 comments:

Allison Ann Aller said...

Ah what fun!
You painting that house yellow with your crayon....
Your father was indeed handsome, too!

Ira said...

You have great memories from you childhood. I was spend a summer in the village where we used a well for food keeping. Our friends bouth a refregirator only in 1988.

freebird said...

Kids and their crayons. A neighbor boy once tried to color our shed. His dad made him clean it all by himself which I thought was mean (the boy was barely 3 years old) but back then I didn't know how to challenge something like that.

I like yellow houses - with blue doors. I painted the one I had in Minnesota just like that. Then my dad showed me a Christmas card I'd made as a young child. It was a yellow house with a blue door. Only took me 35 years to get it and I only had it for 1 1/2 years. Maybe in the future...