Even if your fridge makes ice or you use ice trays, at some point, you’ve bought a bag of ice.
Back in the day, they delivered ice. Back in the day, you had to have it delivered.
The ice trucks started rolling through the streets of New York in 1827 selling blocks of ice from which people would get chunks for their cocktails using an icepick.
Ten years later, newlyweds Edgar and Virginia Poe arrived in New York for their first period of residence there. This first time wasn’t all bright lights and big city. Not only because gas lights in homes weren’t common at all yet even in New York City but because after what I feel was his wildly successful “Balloon Hoax” that paid for room & board for Edgar and his wife before she’d even stepped off the boat Edgar’s career sort of, well, ran out of hot air.
I have this vision in my head of Edgar walking the streets, wondering what would become of him, Virginia, and their cat … watching enviously as the ice delivery boy carried luxurious blocks of frozen decadence into homes of more well-to-do families. On a good night, Eddie brought home some molasses to his “wifey” to spread on her toast.
The great thing about Virginia … she would then praise him like he was a CEO and I think we all realize that was all that kept him going during such periods.
All that to say ice isn’t 100 years old. Not even 90. Dang, right?