Friday, November 16, 2007

"The Iceman Cometh"


This truck might look familiar to only a few of us old remnants from 8th St.
I remember that Nick Dora the Iceman ( and in the winter, the Oil man) would drive down the block every 2 or 3 days. My mother would leave a piece of cardboard in the window with various amounts written on them. She had one that read "15 "...another "25" and as he drove by he would look up at the windows and this alerted him that we needed 15 or 25 cents worth of ice. If we were playing outside when he came, we would all stand at the back of his truck, he would climb on and using huge Ice tongs, he would pull a big, big block of ice to the street end of the truck, and using a smaller pick, he would chop off a block. I remember we would wait for the chips of ice to fly into the street and we would run and grab a chunk and suck on it as if it were a piece of candy. Then he would toss a piece of canvas over his shoulder, hoist the block of ice on to it and walk up two flights of stairs,( we lived on the 3rd floor) place it in my mothers "Ice Box" and all this for his 15 or 25 cents. On the way down he would knock on the other doors to see if anyone else needed ice. Only now, as I write this,do I realize what a hard job he had, but he made a living in those hard times.... He was a short guy, maybe 5'2 or so, stocky and bald.
In the winter time he made the same trip, only now he delivered oil actually, I think it was kerosene. It was needed for the stove to heat and cook....Not sure why I thought of this but wanted to share it. Do any of you remember him ?....
I found this picture on line and that is how I remember his truck, only he had a large canvas tarp covering the top and sides.....Oh, by the way, in the winter, we very rarely used ice...we had a small wooden crate on the fire escape outside the kitchen window and that is where the few perishables we had were keep....no one stocked up on food...they would go to the corner grocery store...(John Iapossi's) and buy the few items they could afford, fresh each day...and yes you kids who may be reading this, we did walk 10 miles each way to school in the snow...and that was in the summer time...lol

6 comments:

Ronzi said...

Very strange way of life, but that how it was I guess. This makes me wonder, if a 25cent block of ice melts, how much is the water worth. I also wonder how they froze the ice in the first place. If no one had a freezer how did they do it and did they sell Day Old Ice along with the Day Old Bread ?

Great Story... t

Love Ron

Unknown said...

HI
I DO REMEMBER THE ICE MAN./
HOW DO YOU REMEMBER ALL THIS STUFF.
YOU WERE LUCKY TO BE ALOWED ON THE STOOP, WE WEREN'T HA
LOVE YA

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Don said...

Ron...in those days thay had Ice Houses that made ice...you could go there and buy large blocks of ice.
Janet....you do love leaving comments..but at least change them..lol

Tink said...

Cool photo and story. I don't remember the ice man but remember the milk man who cooled the milk bottles with blocks of ice! Yep ... we had one. The smallish metal container was kept outside the back door. He brought milk, butter, cream. We were near the end of his route, so in the summer, we'd gather 'round the truck and he would chip off chunks of ice from the blocks and we had a hot summer morning treat. We had a separate egg man, too. He had a little chicken farm in town and would deliver fresh eggs weekly. I have his eyes.

:o)

Don said...

Well Tink..you must have been a rich kid.. Not even the garbage truck came down our block...lol....and your eyes do look a little hard boiled...lol...only kidding..thanks again for your comments...