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We celebrated our 50th wedding anniversary in 2008. Our children helped us celebrate with an all expense paid all arranged vacation In Hawaii.
Monday, January 27, 2014
GRABBING ALL YOU MONEY YOU CAN
The Day I Got My First Ice Cream Cone
It was a hot day that Saturday noon in that little Oklahoma town back in 1939.
A crowd had gathered at the center of town and children would be called out of the crowd according to age.
I was five. My group was called for. Mother turned loose of my hand and sent me to the circle.
A man stood in the middle of the circle with a bag of money. He threw the coins into the air.
The point of it all? Grab all the money you can!
I got a dime. Well, I can't honestly remember how much I grabbed but I know I got at least that much.
Just outside the human circle on the corner was a drug store.
My mother took my hand and we went immediately to the store and to the soda fountain.
I was five. I'm now 79. But I still remember.
Strawberry. The ice cream cone was strawberry.
Why do I remember this silly little story?
You wouldn't ask that question if you knew how much I like ice cream.
Strawberry ice cream!
3 comments:
This made me smile, Clif .... sweet share.
I think my mind's eye actually caught a brief glimpse of a 5-year-old you hanging onto that pink delight!
Now I want to know what a cone form the 30's looks like. Was it flat on the bottom like this (http://img0.etsystatic.com/000/0/6265223/il_340x270.257818232.jpg)
OK, here I go again. Lost the last comment.
I believe when I was about the same age as you I might have received my first ice cream cone. My grandpa took my brother and I down to the drug store, parked in front and ask us what kind of ice cream we wanted. Gave us a choice of vanilla or chocolate. Bro chose vanilla, I said chocolate. Grandpa came back with the cones, gave bro his first and then came mine. I looked at my cone and then his and said, "Mine is dirty" and threw it out the window of the car. Being the first grand child and a bit spoiled, I am sure I ended up getting a 'clean' one.
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