It's a wonder we survived
Mr. Penkava would drive the team of horses around the small town near where we lived. He also had a country route and came by our place once a week. He was the ice man. The sign would be in the window for how many lbs. grandma thought we needed that week usually 50 lbs. for the ice box. The ice seemed to be in 100 lb. blocks and he knew just where to hit one of them with an ice pick and then the ice tongs would let him carry it to the house and put it in the ice box... Grandma would often put a big chunk of ice in a pitcher of lemonade, BUT I knew where that ice came from. They harvested it of the lake south of town where we used to swim and go fishing in it. It was just lake water and I imagine you could have found about every bacteria known to man in that ice. I am sure when we went swimming in it we probably pee'ed in it too. The fact that I knew all this about the ice sure didn't stop me from drinking the cold drinks. I wonder if the fact being that we had all ingested all these bugs for years meant we had some immunity to the water borne diseases it could have had in it. Grandma always said "it froze, that cleans it up". Even in my childhood mind I didn't quite believe that. Used it anyway.