"The old wooden ice wagon being slowly pulled down the cobblestone street and the gentle old horse that we all knew by name are some of the treasured memories of a childhood summer. There was nothing better on a hot summer's day than to have a chunk of ice to enjoy. We would chat with the friendly iceman who always seemed to have time for all of us. Sometimes he would let us help him by holding the horse while he delivered thosse fifty-pound blocks with the greatest of ease. These were magical childhood moments during summer's long, never-ending days."

- James Lumbers