Sep. 23rd, 2004

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Ice Cubes

Our family business is a marina. My sister and I spent untold hours there over the years. My memories of my dad are inextricably linked with the Marina. The Marina has been both good and bad for all of us. Every aspect of my life with my dad has been entwined with that place. He’s getting ready to retire in the next couple of years and I’m having a hard time imagining him without it. I think he is too.

One of my first memories (sadly not the last) of putting my foot in my mouth was when I was about 7 or 8. My sister and I were visiting a family friend with our mom and for some reason our hostess asked us how we were coping with our parent’s recent divorce. I merrily chirped: “We see Daddy even more now than when he lived at home” and then wondered at the shocked silence that met my response. Out of the mouths of babes, eh?

But it was true. We spent every Wednesday afternoon, every other weekend and any other time Mom couldn’t get a babysitter with him. This meant tagging along behind him as he worked at a myriad of tasks. In addition to the nautical-type things you’d expect from a marina, we were also a major supplier of ice and Christmas trees (in the appropriate seasons, of course) in the region when I was a kid. Here is the story of my adventures with ice cubes.

A large tin-covered ice house was located next to the main marina building. It was filled with rows and rows of bags of ice cubes and ice blocks. Right up until the 60’s there were many cottages with old fashioned ice boxes instead of electric refrigerators. Large metal tongs would be used to insert a 10 lb block of ice into a compartment of an insulated wooden cabinet. The ice would keep the perishable food in the adjoining compartment cool for days at a time. By the time I came around in the 70’s, there was little demand for door-to-door ice block delivery in the town. Those few cottagers who wanted block ice had their own vehicles and would drive to the Marina themselves. The real money was in ice cubes.
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Most people think that progress means leaving the old ways behind, but my dad has always taken great care to remember the past. The walls of the store are lined with photos that chronicle the evolution of the Marina, and he still has a set of ice tongs and an ice box. As for me, I sometimes think about the ice business when I walk into the new shop and stand in the location of the old ice house. And classic country songs will instantly transport me back to those happy summer days spent in the truck with my dad.
trishkit: (puss)
These two stories made me smile:

Margot Kidder talking about her Smallville experiences:

Trying to learn the lines was tough, because I couldn't understand them. I was walking around Vancouver, muttering lines about the properties of black kryptonite, until I went, 'Wait a minute, with your history, this is not a good idea here. You'd best stop.' So I tried to do it in the hotel room.

And the wonderful Carrie Fisher:

"I do remember permanently the hologram speech, because we had to reshoot it," Carrie Fisher, who played Princess Leia, wearily told fans at the recent Comic-Con festival in San Diego.

"Whenever I get lost on the way to someone's house, or I just forget your name, it's because I remember the speech. ... `General Kenobi, years ago you served my father in the Clone Wars ...'" she said. "I'm a thousand years old and I still remember that thing. It's very disturbing. I have to take medication, and yet it still won't go away."

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