tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168442067721360828.post8025262531515084520..comments2023-04-24T06:10:46.758-05:00Comments on Comin' of Age In Tupelo: No.28: The Ice HouseUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168442067721360828.post-76460871036278951872009-08-17T07:40:42.081-05:002009-08-17T07:40:42.081-05:00Wow...that came from way back. I remember a huge ...Wow...that came from way back. I remember a huge cube of ice -- clear and clean -- not crushed. We would put it into a light green metal ice chest until needed for the ice cream freezer. The ice pick (supplied by the very same ice house many years earlier) was always used by Daddy to make chips small enough to use in the freezer. Rock salt, elbow grease, and time -- voila - ice cream!Marianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16708073078025030944noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168442067721360828.post-28702295807945269782009-05-31T15:08:22.544-05:002009-05-31T15:08:22.544-05:00Ah, yes. Before icemakers, we used those metal ic...Ah, yes. Before icemakers, we used those metal ice trays, too. The kids at my house drank a lot of milk so we didn't run out of ice too often. When we made freezer ice cream, we got to drink iced tea because there was so much ice left over. I'm not sure if the 50 pound bag was the smallest you could buy, but my dad would have wanted to make sure we had plenty for the ice cream anyway. He wasJohn Nailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13913868602097552823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168442067721360828.post-72153914583584800462009-05-31T10:02:37.568-05:002009-05-31T10:02:37.568-05:00John, once again, your have revived a long-forgott...John, once again, your have revived a long-forgotten memory. I vividly remember going to the ice house with my Dad. I had never known such a place existed. At that time ice came from those very awkward metal trays with handles you would pull to loosen the ice cubes The idea that ice could be made on a factory scale facinated me. So did the feeling of how cool it was in the warehouse on a hot Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17643657553035769944noreply@blogger.com