Ah, Chester. Sometime in the late '60s family friends bought the bar up there (I assume it was the only bar). They had a shared interest in a cabin located on a Feather River tributary in a the tiny settlement of Seneca, where the local telephone exchange had about a dozen subscribers, all with crank wall phones and the directory was a mimeographed sheet of paper with ring codes for each.
When I knew a pilot back around 1980, four of us flew up to Chester for an over-nighter. We just put our sleeping bags out in the woods next to the airport. I swear, the mosquitoes sounded like small aircraft on a nocturnal mission. I got one bite on my wrist so bad that I couldn't stop scratching it and if I tried hard enough, could probably still find the scar from it now.
That's an interesting story about Richmond still having an ice man into the late '50s. We had Union Ice not far from us but it's long gone, replaced by "Georgetown" styled row houses. Another source, Modern Ice, met with the same type of fate. Joe, I'm sure you remember both, as well as the smaller ice house around the corner from Western Appliance.
Down in L.A., I think on either Melrose or Santa Monica, the old Union Ice facility there was turned into a giant disco. I've forgotten the name of the place. I just remember feeling really old the one time I was in there, and I was barely 30 at the time.