I was 9 or ten at the time. My dad would buy a 100 lbs of beef for us from a farm up the street from our house. It was the Miller farm. They sold fresh eggs, milk and during certain times of the year. Beef. Dad bought a flash freezer to freeze the beef after he vacuum sealed it.
I also used it to instantly freeze moths, some of my GI soldiers that were not following orders and of course Pin Head's dolls. Pin head is my younger sister.
It was amazing. You close the lid and press the button. After about a second. What ever was in the freezer was frozen solid.
If the freezer had been a little larger, maybe even Pin Head. But I probably would have gotten into trouble making my sister into a popsicle.
Speaking of popsicles, I apparently discovered arbitrarily how many popsicles a child can eat that will make him have a very upset stomach. 2 boxes. I'm not sure what possessed me to eat 12 popsicles. But I am sure it was to deprive my younger sister of the pleasure.
Mom as always suggested an enema. Let me clarify the word suggested. She insisted I take an enema.
Off to the bathroom we went were I was both the witness and victim of her barbaric prescription. She filled the hot water bottle with water and screwed on the hose. Just as she was going to strip my clothes off. The phone rings.
As the phone continued to ring. She looked at me and towards the ringing phone. Obviously torn between answering the phone or inflicting inhumane
atrocities upon my body. She chose the phone with a warning not to move if I know what's good for me. The good for me was her euphensim for a beating. As I got older, the word beating was substituted for spanking. With the addition of I would get a beating within an inch of my life. This was suppose to invoke some fear in me to do as she says.
However...that was impossible. It's against the kid code to obey your parents.
When she was gone. I looked up at the enema bag all bloated with water. Realizing that it was the low viscosity of the water combine with gravity that made it work...But what if the water couldn't come out of the bottle?
As I contemplating this puzzle. It became very apparent that the solution to the immediate problem was to somehow stop the water from freely flowing out of the bottle. Hmmmmm.
Aha! The flash freezer. It would instantly freeze the water in the bag preventing mom from giving me an enema.
I could hear mom talking to her mom, Grandma Arutha. She would spend another 20 minutes talking with her.
I took the hot water down, hose and all and took it to the garage where the flash freezer was. I placed the enema bag inside and closed the lid, pinching the hose. I pressed the button. There was hissing sound combined with some vapor escaping from the lid.
I opened the lid and the hot water had expanded surrounding the solid frozen water. When I lifted it out. I was as hard as granite. I carried it back to the bathroom and hung it up.
After few minutes, Mom came back to the bathroom. Her eyes darted from me to the frozen enema bag back to me.
"You waited to long and the water got cold," I replied as straight faced as I could.
That night at dinner. While I sat on a pillow. Mom recounted the event. Everyone laughed except Mom. She told them not encourage me. I would have laughed too, but my bottom was still sore.
After that day. Dad put a padlock on the flash freezer.