This line is just begging for pictures of water park visits, swimming pools with big 'ol slides, beach side vacations, trips to ocean parks like Sea World, amusement parks -- or maybe just a photo of your kids waiting to get their frozen treat from your neighborhood ice cream man.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Frozen Treat Memories
I remember, as a kid, sitting in front of the house listening for the ice cream man, with a quarter in hand. We'd be taking part in whatever water-activity was going on that day -- jumping through sprinklers or just hosing each other with, well, the hose. Someone would freeze as they listened for the distinctive jingle of his bells -- not the piped music they have now -- the jingling of a string of bells running between his handlebars. This is back before he drove a truck into the neighborhoods, he was on a bicycle with a big ice cooler on the front of his bike. This was also back in the day when the treats he carried were fresh and filled with flavor (now days they seem to have been frozen for too long -- it's almost dehydrated ice cream.) Back before Sponge Bob had his faced plastered on a Popsicle or ChocoTacos. There were Bomb Pops, Fudgesicles and Orange Creamsicles, Banana Pops and the classic double-Popsicle, that your mom would make you crack in half to share, in orange, cherry or grape -- I can almost taste them now.