Morning Ice Harvest on the Humber

Imagine doing this to make a living?

Anyway, it’s so hot this summer, just looking at this cools me off.

Painted in 2014 on a very rough, flaky wall by the lakeshore, It has survived with dignity.

Pics taken by Resa – January 5, 2019

Toronto, Canada

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35 thoughts on “Morning Ice Harvest on the Humber

  1. Timothy Price

    That’s really cool. Or should I say cold? It’s really well done. Ice harvesting is completely foreign to me.

    1. Thank you, and it really does help me feel cooler just by looking at it! 😀
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  2. Fabulous mural – with an equally fabulous background story. This was dangerous work! But that ice was essential for icebox refrigeration. A fridge in every home was unthinkable until quite recently. When our refrigerator gave up a few years back, it was an eye-opening experience to organize food preparation. While we waited for the delivery of our new fridge, we had to shop on a daily basis for perishables such as milk. There were no leftovers. My admiration for my great- grandmothers increased exponentially.

        1. Yes, we are wimps, compared. I have much respect for the ancestors I never knew.
          I did know my grandmothers. One was educated, wrote, was a school board treasurer, and held her own in a world of men. She dressed mannish.
          The other worked in the fields, had all her 5 kids at home. Never a days rest until it was over.
          I feel so spoiled.

          1. We are so spoiled.

            Perhaps, you’re not a wimp. You brave the cold Canada winters to show us all these treasures you discover.
            I on the other write poems and sip margaritas by the pool. Not very wimpy. Well, I almost got sunburned. Don’t know if that counts as hardcore.

    1. There were many crazy jobs in the old days. My maternal grandfather & great uncle worked in a coal mine, where they would crawl through tight tunnels. My great uncle died of black lung.
      While they were crawling around in the coal mine, my grandmother worked the fields.
      Seems life was a crazy job. ⚡️💥

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