HERE that hundreds of them are still working. Isn't that amazing?
What started this particular walk down memory lane was a segment on today's CBS Sunday Morning (one of our favorite shows).
I wonder who got our GE when we were done with it. I imagine my mom wanted something more roomy, because that little thing couldn't have held much.
Another memory is provoked when I think about that refrigerator: Back then, margarine (we called it oleo), was white, and wrapped in cellophane. There was a little yellow capsule included that you added to the white margarine; you kneaded it into the oleo until it was the same color as real butter. Somehow this was supposed to protect the dairy industry, I believe.
Cliff actually remembers the ice man coming, when he and his parents and siblings lived in "the Shirley apartments" in Kansas City; he remembers them putting the sign in the window when they needed ice. The only ice box I recall is the one that sat in my grandma's front porch.