While I was in Maryland recently, I visited an historical site that is being restored and upgraded into a beautiful park area. I don't remember the area as it had been. Growing up, I had no reason to go there. All I knew about this wharf area is that it was at the bottom of a steep hill and there was an ice house somewhere near the wharf. My grandmother had an icebox and I remember my uncle bringing huge blocks of ice to cool that icebox. As I remember, the ice block wouldn't fit exactly so uncle had to chip it to size using an ice pick. Lucky for us kids because we got to suck on those crystal clear ice chucks my uncle chipped off. Oh boy, what a treat that was on a hot and humid, Maryland day!
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