I Can Remember

I remember pot luck dinners after Sunday morning church services. All the women would bring their most sought after dish every week. I remember trying to decide what I would have, and there was always so much good food that I don't think I ever ate the same thing twice.

I remember being a "watcher" for the "little" kids when I was six.

 

Like the dreamsicyle, you mentioned @Babs Hunt
My favorite was the Push-Up.



But, I never met an Ice Cream from the truck I didn't like.
Sometimes it wasn't taste, just how much money I had left from
my allowance...

 

same here so we did it the old fashion way

 

I remember catching lightning bugs and plucking their lights out to make earrings that glowed in the dark. lol

 

And boy was it fun!

 

I remember whenever there was homemade ice cream, generally their would be two or three families getting together, and all of us kids would argue about who got to turn the crank.

Now that I think on the matter, we seemed to make our ice cream around berry picking time, or when the trees hung heavy with fruit.

 

seems to me it took hours to make it. maybe not. and it was a family affair

 

I was a Cub Scout den mother in the mid '70's, and that was one of the things we did as a craft. We had a few broken quart glass jars, (no injuries), but every one of those boys got to proudly take his lump of butter home.

Another thing we did in the Cub Scouts was build a go-cart. Just as my brother did when we were kids, only that time I wasn't allow to even touch it. Girl cooties you know.

I kept my boys busy doing all the things I wasn't allowed to do because I was a girl.

 

Growing up in Chicago-land, a clanging of handle-bars mounted tinkling bells brought awareness that the Good Humor cart was approaching, usually ridden by a high school boy, rarely an older man. Many were the Fudgesicles, Popsicles, and especially Ice Cream Sandwiches I had, always begging my Mother to allow it. Frank

 

We did that also but we made rings.

I don't even see lightning bugs anymore but then again I'm not outside playing when it's dark.

 

That reminds me: when I was a little kid, one of my brothers made a little deal with me- said if I gave him my tricycle so he could take the wheels off to make a go-kart, he'd give me a ride in the kart. I don't know if he ever managed to make it or not, but if so, I never saw it. So I never got a go-kart ride, and no longer had a tricycle.

 

I remember the Ice Cream socials my folks use to take us to. Everyone made or brought ice cream, cakes and cookies. It was probably the begining of the Fat Gene revenge