Lazy Crazy Days of Ice Cream
Trip Start
Jun 18, 2005
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Trip End
Jan 01, 2006
When I was a kid, before the days of air conditioning and television, yes, way back THEN, summer evenings were what we lived for. Kick the Can and Hide and Seek were better played at twilight time, as lightning bugs flickered from grass to bush, and heat lightning flashed ever so gently in the distant sky. If you happened to live next door to Tommy, whose father always had time to spin a ghostly yarn, well, you even got to see the tombstones dance.
What more could a kid want? The answer is ICE CREAM. Every household had an ice cream freezer at the ready on the back porch; the kind you packed with ice and rock salt, layer by layer. That's how you made it through the heat, but there was a price to pay. Whoever wanted ice cream had to take a turn; the crank spun easily at first but got harder as the milky mixture turned to slosh, and finally something SOLID. Oh, how we suffered on ice cream evenings
Ice Cream Cranking never interested my sons. After all, there was a Dairy Queen or a Frosty Freeze on every corner and besides, if you got hot you just went inside and flipped on the TV. Theme Song junkies they are to this day, still able to rattle off every verse of Gilligan's Isle at the slightest coax.
And so I thought, I'll introduce the Ice Cream Tradition to my grandkids. I'll buy an Ice Cream Freezer! We'll enjoy lazy crazy days together. Perhaps I can import some lightning bugs (I've never actually seen one in Seattle). I had a few ghost stories I could tell, but the heat lightning was a lost cause in this peaceful place where it only thunders twice a year.
So the freezer would be my journey to the PAST, as I circled in the PRESENT, counting down to Antarctica, the White Continent, a place I've never been before.
What more could a kid want? The answer is ICE CREAM. Every household had an ice cream freezer at the ready on the back porch; the kind you packed with ice and rock salt, layer by layer. That's how you made it through the heat, but there was a price to pay. Whoever wanted ice cream had to take a turn; the crank spun easily at first but got harder as the milky mixture turned to slosh, and finally something SOLID. Oh, how we suffered on ice cream evenings
336 Ice cream parlor ready for business
. Suffered through the wait, suffered through the cranking, but most of all, suffered through the ice cream headache pain. Who can eat ice cream slowly? Who, indeed?Ice Cream Cranking never interested my sons. After all, there was a Dairy Queen or a Frosty Freeze on every corner and besides, if you got hot you just went inside and flipped on the TV. Theme Song junkies they are to this day, still able to rattle off every verse of Gilligan's Isle at the slightest coax.
And so I thought, I'll introduce the Ice Cream Tradition to my grandkids. I'll buy an Ice Cream Freezer! We'll enjoy lazy crazy days together. Perhaps I can import some lightning bugs (I've never actually seen one in Seattle). I had a few ghost stories I could tell, but the heat lightning was a lost cause in this peaceful place where it only thunders twice a year.
So the freezer would be my journey to the PAST, as I circled in the PRESENT, counting down to Antarctica, the White Continent, a place I've never been before.

