And my dad would cut the doc a check for his fee before he left the house.
Still had the ice man coming around in the mid '50s - we used to follow the truck in the Summer and the guy would knock a block off into the street and help break it up so we could grab chunks to suck on.
“And my dad would cut the doc a check for his fee before he left the house.”
I remember the doctor coming to see my grandmother.
My mom paid the bill with a fresh baked pecan pie.
Her baked goods were legendary.