A great story and an even greater surprise. Everyone experienced "new" fangled things at different times. One of my young memories was when my mom worked at a small store. Its windows faced the main street and she cooked potato chips in a large pan and then they were dumped (by hand) into a pile to cool. You could see the piles of chips cooling through the front windows. The chips were then bought by the (brown) bag full and filled as you purchased them. No OSHA or FDA interference in those days. I thought it was so much fun to watch the process with my face pressed up against the windows. We did NOT eat potato chips. My mom never brought any home. They were quite expensive. We also had an "ic" box. The iceman delivered a huge block of ice that went into the top of the refrigerator and drained into a pan at the bottom. My mother also curled my hair with a curling iron heated on the gas burner of the cooking stove. I am 73.