“Barefooted on the slick brick walk I rushed to where I could breathe in the cool breath from the interior of the springhouse. On a cold bubbling spring, covered dishes and crocks and pitchers of milk and butter and so on floated in a circle in the mild whirlpool, like horses on a merry-go-round, in the water that smelled of the mint that grew close by.” Childhood MemoryPg65About 1911 15On Early Refridgeration Book:One Writer's Beginnings Source: One Writer's Beginnings