Growing up with a dad raised on a farm, he was always altering and rigging up devices to suit his needs. One such alteration was to our "White Mountain" hand churn ice cream maker. His rendition included a jimmy-rigged washing machine motor and a bunch of pully belts and wheels. The largest wheel (hand made) was wooden, painted white and had a red pinwheel stripe running on the flat surface. My brothers and I would marvel at the contraption Dad made, especially during the hot summer months when he would occassionally make homemade ice cream. We would watch that pin wheel spin until we were so dizzy. Last September I ordered my own hand crank, White Mountain ice cream maker. And, yes, my dad made me a similar contraption to use. He and Mom were up for a visit last week and brought the device to me. We made the best ice cream and had fun making it. Thanks Dad!!
Photo of my "new" and "improved" White Mountain ice cream maker ... No pin stripe ... but just as fancy ... June '06
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I have fond memories of turning the icecream as a kid and watching the melted ice run out the little hole on the side of the freezer. I forgot all about that summertime icecream!
I was about to say the same thing as Mrs. Darling. Oh well it's like mother, like daughter or is it like daughter, like mother........ whatever.........
Oppps, I guess this is the last post I can comment on, cause this is the last post I can see. Hmmm, I wonder what all I missed? :-)
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