One of my favorite memories from my own childhood is of my Grandpa giving me money to walk (run) to the Tastee Freeze and get an ice cream cone! A chocolate dipped ice cream cone if I had been very good. They were a dime back then!! There was a Tastee Freeze a block from my Grandparents and during the summer when we would go to their house — which was often as we lived in the same small town — I would get ice cream. I can still see my Grandpa fishing that dime out of his pants pockets – brown pants with cuffs and suspenders, he always wore suspenders.
I can still see that street and that Tastee Freeze stand in my mind. I loved walking down there by myself. I must have been 4 or 5 when I started going alone. It was a small town of less than 2,000 people and it never crossed anyone’s mind that this might not be safe. Times were different back then.
I really loved my Grandparents and I can remember all sorts of wonderful times at their house but going to visit in the summer was always better because of those ice cream cones. Which is why I hated it when the Tastee Freeeze was Closed for the Season. In that small town in Michigan not very many people would go out to get ice cream when it was10 degrees below. So they closed for the winter. I can remember each year thinking they were never going to re-open. I was not a very patient child, especially when it came to ice cream.
Now it is all about the ice cream truck. Amara can hear the music of the ice cream truck when it is still blocks away. Living in southern California it comes year round – and we indulge her year round. But she never gets to go alone. Grandpa and I always go with her and we usually get ice cream, too. The 3 of us will either sit on the front porch or the back patio enjoying the sunshine, our ice cream and each others’ company.
I think it was a Sponge Bob ice cream bar with blue gum ball eyes or it may have been a Dora the Explorer ice cream bar with black gum ball eyes that started all the silliness of flying eyeballs! Amara doesn’t like the gumballs they use for the eyeballs, they are pretty gross and so she asked Grandpa if he would “bite them off”. He bit off the gumball eyes and spit them into the grass!
Hence — Flying Eyeballs! Silly Grampy!!
This post has been linked to Say it Saturday at Family Home and Life.