Where did you grow up grandpapa ? Well, although I was born in Montreal, when Mom and Dad moved from Springhill Nova Scotia; I was raised by Grandma Gaillard. We lived in a garage which her sons had made into two bedrooms. Granny had her garden behind the house, and an extension to the right of the front door had been added as a toilet in the later years.
I remember the summers and the joy as a young boy of 4 or 5 running behind the ice truck as it delivered Ice on Spruce street. Refridgerator were only with the rich and we all had an IceBox. Builded like a fridge it had the top to receive a big block of ice and under a large basin to collect the water as it melted. The back of the truck was too high for us, and of course we would never get onto the truck. But the delivery man, after chippingd a block of ice to the size that his customer needed; he would throw the broken ice on the road. We fought to get a piece to suck on. Like icecream to us poor kids.
The above photo of the ice delivery is from Phnom Penh, Cambodia across the world where also you would see elephants walking down the city streets.
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