I Found this at a yard sale but I have no idea what it is. Thoughts?” 🧐 πŸ‘‡πŸ‘‡πŸ‘‡ See in the comments..

Last but not least, can you identify this item? If you guessed an ice cream maker, you are right on the money! This old-fashioned ice cream maker used a hand crank and two bowls. One small bowl contained the delicious ingredients while a second, bigger bowl was filled with rock salt and ice. The rock salt allowed the ice to absorb the heat from the ingredients, creating a creamy, frozen treat. Yum!

That’s it for this round of old item identification. How did you do? Stay tuned for more mystery items on the next page!

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