Lesley Stahl interviews her mother. How old do you think her mother is?:
She’s 95. Astounding. What a lovely woman!
My mother, born a few years earlier than Ruthy Stahl, also called the refrigerator the icebox. And I, quite a few years younger than both, remember when most of our groceries were delivered to the house: fruits and vegetables, meat, fish, milk, and bread, all from different sources.
The bread came regularly; the milk likewise, left by the milkman in a little wooden box outside the kitchen door. The meat and fish my mother ordered over the telephone from the butcher and the fish guy. But the fruits and vegetables were the best, delivered by a man who came a couple of times a week in a large truck that was a traveling fruit and vegetable stand where you could go outside and see the display. One side could be lifted up, and underneath were open bins of fruits and vegetables like in a grocery store.
He’d come inside the house and sit down at the kitchen table and schmooze, telling us what was best that day and freshest in the fruit and vegetable line. He knew I loved red peppers, and in those days they weren’t always available, but he’d give me one as a special treat whenever they were. I still remember how good they tasted.