And I loved what she used it for. She made separate color coded binders for each family member. One for my dad, one for each of his sisters, and one for each of his brothers. She stored them in the bottom compartment of that ice box and would dig them out when we'd come to visit.
Anyway, that thing had been promised to me. And my mother, the least confrontational person imaginable, bearded the other relatives in their den and wrestled it away for me. I shall cherish it always! Paint stains, rust, markings and all!
