When traveling down West 5th Street in LaPlace we drive past a nearly unnoticed side street with the descriptive name of Ice Factory Road. Yet a few short years ago this same
street would be jammed with slow moving traffic as
motorist lined up to get their Saturday supply of ice at
the ice factory. Fisherman lined up to load up their
boats for the weekend of recreational and commercial
fishing. Stay at homes stocked up with ice for beer, soft
drinks and ice cream for the Sunday outdoor barbecue
parties. There was almost the same amount of hustle and bustle on week days as the mood went from play to work. The Ice Factory was the largest single employer in town because it was a packing and shipping center for fresh and frozen vegetables. Way back in 1911, when LaPlace was just a wide spot in the road, an entrepreneur by the name of Armand Montz began to pack shallots in ice in the crates and then further pack the crates themselves in ice so that the rail cars would reach their destination up north still containing shallots that were as fresh as those just picked. Chicago, Illinois was one such Northern market.
He began buying shallots and other vegetables from other farmers to add to those from his own farm. It wasn't long before he was able to ship upwards of 10 refrigerated cars per day. By this time he also had refrigerated trucks for both short hauls and long hauls. He soon realized he had an over
abundance of water so he laid down pipe lines to furnish
domestic water to the town. The four Fairbanks Morse
diesel generators had enough extra power that he was able
to string up poles and wires around a 25 mile radius to
furnish domestic electricity to the town. A. Montz
shipped fresh vegetables nationwide. In 1939 he started
experimenting with frozen foods and was the first food
processor to
A Montz never stopped experimenting. He experimented with fertilizers. He experimented with seed. He was constantly trying to improve on what ever he found at hand. Nothing was perfect. Everything could be improved. Armand Montz, Sr. departed from this world in 1968 still looking for the sometimes elusive better way, with the knowledge that he had found many better ways in his lifetime. A fire, a tornado, and vandals have reduced the factory to shambles. Although nothing remains of the glory, it is only an illusion. Nothing can erase history and heritage. The memory lives on in the hearts of those who still remember the old days. Gerard Montz, a grandson of
Armand, and his cousin Gilbert Maurin have teamed up to
carry the torch on high to see that the memory is kept
alive. They both hold down jobs, Gerard
is a paralegal and Gilbert is a woodworker, so it must be
a spare time endeavor with them. We wish them well and
thanks for the memory. |