Tinker Posted April 2 Share Posted April 2 The ice Man Cometh As A kid I always loved going to my grandmothers house. She was my father’s mother, (but we all called her Mom.) and his three grown brothers still lived there. The house vibrated with energy. Today. I’d call it testosterone. I spent a lot of time in her kitchen. Tea parties and helping Mom and Mama prepare meals for the pack. Against the back wall was a rectangular white box with two latched doors and every Thursday the ice man would come. He wore a brown leather apron with his sleeves rolled up, he carried huge prongs that gripped a big block of ice that he then put into the top of the box. In summer, Mom would chip off some shards for me to suck on. I was about ten when, the brothers, including my dad, pooled their money and bought her an electric refrigerator! It was a big deal. A surprise, almost a holiday. But I think I preferred the old white icebox and the shards of ice Mom would gift me. ~~ Judi Van Gorder Prompt - breaking the ice Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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