Long before electricity came to my grandmother’s house she had an icebox. This was a wooden box usually lined with straw or sawdust that sat in the kitchen or pantry. The ice man would come around with a 25 to 50 pound block of ice.
My mother grew up with the ice box and even after she got a refrigerator, she referred to it as the ice box. So that is what I called it.
Until one day my daughters suggested I needed to come into the modern world and call the appliance by its correct name – refrigerator.
As a pastor’s wife I was supervising a church meal and asked a young girl if she would get the salad out of the ice box. A few minutes later one of my daughters came to me laughing. The young girl had come to her and said, “Your mother asked me to get the salad out of the ice box. What is she talking about?”
It took me awhile, but I finally learned to say “refrigerator” not “ice box.”
Anyone remember the ice box?