Summer Rerun: ICE! — 1890s
by Paula Bosse
Ice…
by Paula Bosse
It wasn’t quite as hot today as it was when I wrote “Dallas Ice Factory” in 2018. But it was close. Stay cool, y’all. Close the blinds, draw the curtains. Wish for the quick arrival of September October November.
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Flashback : Dallas 
Ah, the early foundations for Sebanon-Elebanon Stores. Like Sinatra sang when I saw him play Fair Park in 1994, “Strangers in the night, I ask now, were we strangers in the night? Drinking our slurpees, we were sharing I-I-I-cees at Elm and Field Streets…”
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Your photo brought back a clear memory, of a 6-year-old, (1944), living on W. 12th St. in Oak Cliff. The Ice Man would come down down our block with his horse-drawn wagon. He would stop, get out and go to the rear of the wagon to get blocks of ice for delivery. He used a large metal tong to secure the large cube of ice (18″ cube, guess) and swing it over his shoulder onto his back. He had a leather shoulder cover that the ice cube sat on while he carried it into the house. The cube was put on the kitchen sink and using an ice pick, he chopped it up and placed it in the top of our “real ice box”, (not electric). I would pick up the little leftover chips to suck on. It was C.O.D. and Mom had her cloth snap-open coin purse with the payment. His horse was never tied up to anything. Yet remained motionless, except for swishing his tail. Funny how you can remember the sites, sounds, and even the smell of little details of long past events.
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This is great. Thank you, Donald!
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Can we reschedule November for next week?
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This is so cool. I’ve lived in Dallas over 30 years and didn’t know this.
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