There was a time, long ago, when money didn't grow on trees, as children think it does now, when a dime in your pocket made you rich.

I had sold a bushel of kindling wood for a dime and went straight to the store and bought two of my favorite popsicles, orange. We didn't have a refrigerator at that time, so I had to figure out how to preserve my popsicles. I hid under the floor and ate one and put the other one under one of the couch cushions to save for the next day. The next day came and I went to retrieve my Popsicle and found two sticks and the paper cover. Maybe you are getting the drift that my understanding of refrigeration was somewhat lacking.

I was enraged that someone had found my hiding place and ate my treat. I spent a good part of the day doing detective work to find the thief. I checked for orange tongues and "ring around the mouth." I was convinced that Kathleen or Lena had found my Popsicle and ate it, but I wasn't able to get enough goods on either of them to convict them. Later I 'ratted' on them and Mother explained what had happened to the Popsicle. This was my first 'learning' about refrigeration.

Sometimes, I still think Kathleen got it.

William McCoy©
March 15, 2005
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