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Originally Posted by Tcoat
But in Hum's youthful days they were a bitch to move!
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OK, you asked for a story .....
Waaay back-in-the-day, on the farm, we had an ice house. In the dead of winter, we (my father & grandfather) would take hand saws and cut blocks of ice out of the pond. The blocks were loaded on a sled, drawn by a team of horses, to the ice house. I got to stay on the horse where it was warm.
At the ice house the blocks of ice were stacked with a layer of sawdust between each layer.
The lower part was called the fruit cellar, which would be mostly underground and would stay cool for the most of the coming summer.
Darn, just thinking about all that work ...... calls for a nap
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