And no tupperware. Bowls, cups, and paper bags.
Is that a linoleum floor? It's not very well put together. I love the poor little flowers above the sink and the woman's well-worn shoes and socks.

Photos like this make me appreciate what I have.

[These people were living in a brand-new house, back when most farmhouses lacked electricity and many had no indoor plumbing. - Dave]

An emergency-room doctor once told me a freak tale of defrosting an old-style fridge badly. A guy was hacking away at the ice on his freezer compartment and he pierced the metal, hitting a tube. A jet of freon whooshed out, which the guy inhaled directly. He had an immediate heart attack and died. (By the time I heard this tale, my old-style freezer defrosting days were over, and good thing too, since my own method was to place a pot of hot water underneath and then stab at the ice with a heavy blunt knife.)

I can just hear my mother (of the same vintage as pictured): "Her socks and shoes are a disgrace, but you could eat off her kitchen floor."

Living on a farm in California, I'd be inclined to overlook the icetrays and shoes. Farm wives of any vintage work two jobs: the farm and the house. Keeping field dirt off her floors is a pretty admirable job.

Looks like it has been some time since the freezer section has been defrosted. My '46 GE refrigerator needs the same attention at least twice a year.

The defrost cycle is manual. Take everything out, put a bowl under the freezer compartment, put towels out, and let thaw.

Chip away the ice when it gets loose enough.

Put everything back in.