I kid you not, it said “International Harvester” on the door!  On the white door with chrome accents, a car from the Fifties set on end.  The handle required a forceful pull to unlatch – no magnets or vacuum suck.  Inside a white and chrome freezer door.  Chrome was big then; just look at the dining room table and chairs!  A cardboard carton of Land O’Lakes Vanilla.  Before bed, the requisite single scoop in the milk-glass bowl, a teaspoon to ensure no one would gorge themselves.

In the main compartment a can of Hershey’s syrup lurked, awaiting a special occasion, two wedge-cuts in the lid, seductively displaying lurid edgings of petrified chocolate substance.  “Pssst!  Hey, boy!  Care to see my edgings?!?”  A glass bottle of “medicine” – a recapped 7Up.  In a square three-inch by three-inch glass dish, nearly two inches deep, rested the Land O’Lakes blob of butter –…