They do it every President's Day weekend at the camp where the girls go - for the totally off-the-grid boys camp...store it in sawdust in the ice house and all.
Until they ran power lines to the lake in the 70's, we purchased ice blocks that had been cut the previous winter and used them in our icebox at the cottage. My grandfather sold them to American tourists after the cottages were built in the 40's, and then my uncle, later. Sadly, I never got to see this harvest in progress.
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They do it every President's Day weekend at the camp where the girls go - for the totally off-the-grid boys camp...store it in sawdust in the ice house and all.
ReplyDeleteUntil they ran power lines to the lake in the 70's, we purchased ice blocks that had been cut the previous winter and used them in our icebox at the cottage. My grandfather sold them to American tourists after the cottages were built in the 40's, and then my uncle, later. Sadly, I never got to see this harvest in progress.
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