February 11, 2008
I don’t know how many times I heard that jangling, out-of-tune music box music emanating from the truck driving down the next street over. Living in multiple neighborhoods, with only a few years in each, didn’t help learn the ice-cream truck’s route. Plus with memories of the bad man in Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, I was always rather leery [...]
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February 4, 2008
Ice cream shows up in all kinds of family history. For my dad and his brother, ice cream was every night’s bedtime snack. My grandmother still tells the story of a young cousin who is reported to have snuck back downstairs, after hours, because she heard “ice cream noises” (As it turns out, she had good ears–her [...]
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