New Ice Box Delivered

Well, it came yesterday. Not bad because I just called them (Whirlpool) the
Tuesday before the last Tuesday (??) It is a little different, and better
than the one that caught on fire on that Tuesday (?).
Amazing to think what the words: Fire Department; Serial Number of Machine;
Model of machine and date of manufacture can do to get someone's
attention:-)
Oh, it really is a refrigerator:-)
Don and his Devil

david...

when i was a child, my parents always called it the icebox... even though
it was a frididaire... :) but i also remember a big warehouse-type
building approx a half mile away that sold ice... my dad would go there
sometimes if we were making ice cream to buy a block of ice... (I don't
know if ice cream was available in stores then, but we either went without
or had homemade... ... many happy memories of dad turning that crank and

Joy...

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We occasionally had "store bought" ice cream when I was growing up.
Homemade ice cream was for special occasions, partly because it was so much
work, and partly because it was so much better than the store bought stuff.

sometimes letting me try my hand... lots of giggles remain... )

Sue...

I always call it an ice box or a fridge....because I can't spell the long
word. LOL
sue

**Dalin**...

I have often wondered why, when the word is shortened, there is a "d"
in it. There is no "d" in refrigerator. Why isn't it spelled frige?

Dalin

Jim Everman...

I believe it is the shortning of "Frigidair" which in the name of a
very popular refrigerator of the era.
Jim

**Dalin**...

Oh yes! Remember the live commercial where a former Miss America,
can't remember her name, opened the door of the Frigidair and it fell
off? LOL!

Jean B....

BUT that didn't contain a 'd" either. Now I may just have to
look at some of my old Frigidaire booklets to see if they ever
use that.

david...

Crusher...

Trivia: The Roman baths of Carcalla, biult in in AD212, consisted of three
successive baths, one cold, one lukewarm and one hot. The cold one was
called a "frigidarium."

uh, could you spell the wurd *before* you moved to north georgia?

Joy...

Yes, we always called it the icebox. In fact, I still do, a lot of the
time. When I was growing up, there were still enough people who had real
iceboxes that the iceman drove around with blocks of ice in the back of his
truck. Also, my grandmother owned a little weekend cabin up in the hills
(about 7 miles from where I live now) that had an icebox. It had running
water in the kitchen, but not in the bathtub. There was a flush toilet, but
you had to go outside and down some stairs. The cabin was on the side of a
hill, with a combination living room/bedroom, an small kitchen with an
icebox and a propane stove, and a small room that could have been a
bathroom. In fact, it had a bathtub, with a drain, but you had to haul
water in from the other room to fill the tub. When we all went up there, it
was rather crowded, so my brother slept in the bathtub. There was a wood
stove in the large room.

Jean B....

But what have you been doing in the interim, Don? Did they
retrieve the old one to try to figure out what the problem was?

dae...

Jean B.

They gave me a loaner. I bought bottled water at the market as the loaner
didn't have a filter like the one I now have and the one that burned. Quite
a difference in taste I might say.
The one that caught fire is being returned to the laboratory in Michigan for
inspection. They have all the parts and the box to look at.

**Dalin**...

Well that was pretty darned smart of them to upgrade it! Your house
could have burned down Don. They got off easy, I think.

Dalin