As a young girl growing up outside of the city, we survived the long winter months by having a huge garden in the summer. We’d do a lot of canning, make preserves and freeze all kinds of fruits of vegetables, as well some of the chickens that no longer laid eggs. Plus, we would order various meats, juices and other goods from a frozenfoods company.
To store everything properly, my dad bought us a huge deep freezer. It was as big as a tank, and once it was moved into the shed attached to the back of our house, that’s where it stayed.
Our home was always open to visiting relatives and the friends of my three brothers. We also had several families in need over for meals. So, that old freezer had more visits made to it than my brothers did to the principal’s office. That tells you how much we depended on it!
One afternoon, when I was about nine years old, my mom asked me to get something out of the freezer for supper. At that time, I weighed about as much as the freezer’s lid. As I looked inside, I noticed that all of the remaining food in there was lying along the very bottom. The wheels in my head started turning as I tried to figure out how to reach what we needed for supper. Being short in stature, I decided the only way to complete the task would be to sit down, facing forward on the edge of the front side of the freezer, reach down and in with my right hand while keeping the lid open with my left hand. That’s exactly what I tried to do, however, as I reached down, gravity took over, and I wound up at the bottom of the freezer on my behind, with my heels up on the top of the freezer wall and my hands holding up the lid. Stuck and squashed into the shape of a “V,” I began to scream for my mom to come and pull me out. It seemed like I called for an eternity, but finally she came into the shed to rescue me… or so I thought. Instead, she stood there and laughed so hard I thought she would pass out. I yelled at her, “Mom, stop laughing—pull me out!”
Eventually, she stopped laughing long enough to yank me out. By that time, I was experiencing “Frozen Rump Roast Syndrome.” She tried to redeem herself by explaining that she thought the yelling was from the other kids playing outside. Thanks a lot, Mom!