POEM ★
By
Ruth Moose
CONTRIBUTORS ★ May / June Issue
Ice Cream,
★ Anna Kizer is one of the owners of Vino!!
Wine Shop. She has over seven years of
experience in the retail and customer service
business, and 4 years experience in the food
industry where her love and experience with
wine began and grew. Anna graduated from
Rhodes College in Memphis, Tennessee,
and is a licensed attorney. Anna practiced
commercial business litigation in Raleigh for
four years until the opportunity to open a
wine shop in Pittsboro arose.
Ice House Sundays
★ Laresa Watkins is a stay-at -home mom.
She resides in Bonlee, NC with her husband,
Jason, children Charlie and Maddie, and a
growing number of cats and dogs. Laresa
enjoys reading, writing and finding God in
unexpected places. You can read more about
Laresa at www.mommyinbonlee.com
Before there were ice machines and
bags of crushed cold, my brothers on
a Sunday afternoon would take their
rusty wagon with its ill wheels and
a folded clean cloth, troop to the ice
house six blocks away.
★ Ruth Moose was on the creative writing
faculty at UNC for 15 years. She published 6
collections of poetry, 3 books of short stories
and has a novel under contract from St.
Martin’s Press for 2014.
★ Christine Miller is the owner of Pittsboro
Feed, along with her husband David. She
is the mother of 3 wonderful children, and
has been in the agricultural/feed business for
over 31 years.
The trip was downhill going, up
coming back and my brothers took
turns pulling and pushing the block
of ice covered with the careful,
concealing cloth.
★ John Wells has been teaching rowdy
collegians English for the past nine years.
Originally a proud Ohioan, he has grown to
love Pittsboro, where he writes, plays music,
and lives with his wonderful wife Rhianna.
The ice house was a tall tower of dark
brick, covered with creeping vines.
After the attendant was paid, he’d
fling up a metal door and the cake of
ice would tumble out to the wooden
deck. He’d lift it with sharp tongs,
grip the sides and lay it in the wagon.
★★★
You can visit us online!
The cold coming from that cave was
like no other winter. Ice was a miracle made in the dark that with salt,
packed around a silver canister, filled
with sugar, milk and fruit, wooden
dasher churn into ice cream. ★
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