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Related: Culture Forums, Support Forums"That tiny bit of magic one terribly lost ice cream truck gave me on a summer day"
Amy McNally 🇺🇦 @infamousfiddlerWho needs a quick wholesome story break?
So I grew up in the middle of nowhere, Ohio. My house was in the center of a bunch of neighboring cornfields.
We didn't get girl scouts, encyclopedia salesfolks, knife sharpening, or proselytizers.
Amy McNally 🇺🇦 @infamousfiddler 13h
I read about some of the door-to-door stuff in books, but I had never seen an ice cream truck.
One day, I heard music, and my mom looked out the window, and did something strange and rare (we didn't have a lot growing up).
She handed us money from her purse and said, "RUN."
So, my sister and I ran.
I don't even remember what I got. I remember it was sweet and cold. I remember my bare feet pounding on the grass in the front yard. I remember panting in the sun.
But I have never, ever forgotten the magic of that day.
Well, now I live in a big town! In a neighborhood! And I have heard ice cream trucks go by in recent years.
But none this year.
So I called an ice cream truck that I googled, asking if they ever came by.
"We're not out at a lot of places, gas prices being what they are, but we are doing events."
"Events like... birthdays?" I asked.
"Yeah!"
"Y'all free for an hour on June 27?"
Today, we had a small and careful outdoor party.
And I asked them to tally up the ice cream at the end, and I'd cover it.
It was great fun, and my inner child was greatly pleased.
I had a snocone and a TMNT Raphael with bubblegum eyes and a blue raspberry Icee pop.
but my favorite part of the day.
My favorite part of the MONTH.
Was the neighbor kids coming by. Running. Bicycling. Money tucked tightly in their fists.
And I'm not like a wealthy person. I'm a musician.
But I have never felt richer than when I gestured to the kids who followed the music and said, "The ice cream is free."
Nobody abused my hospitality, and it'd honestly probably be okay if they had.
But I got to give some kids a tiny bit of the magic that that one terribly lost ice cream truck gave me on a summer day when I was a kid.
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Ocelot II
(115,878 posts)It plays Für Elise, for some strange reason, but it's been around. I don't chase them any more but it's nice to hear.
geardaddy
(24,931 posts)It's funny that they play Für Elise, because that's what the garbage trucks in Taiwan played. They would go down the streets with that music blaring and people would come out of their homes and toss their garbage bags in the back of the truck.
House of Roberts
(5,187 posts)We were there 1987 to 1988, and it would come into the apartment complex regularly.
FM123
(10,054 posts)WA-03 Democrat
(3,056 posts)The ice cream truck was magic. My Mother never gave us money for the treats so we had to watch the other kids blast off to sugar rush land. My Mother gave us other things but on a hot summer a bomb pop was all i craved. I am going to buy a box of bomb pops and take one to my Mother today and sneak up with ice cream truck music into her room
Mme. Defarge
(8,051 posts)Im actually glad I got out of bed this morning!
MLAA
(17,338 posts)A few years back I moved to Shanghai for a few years for work. I was in a conference room on the 13th floor and imagined Id heard the faint song of an ice cream truck. Must have been day dreaming. A few days later I heard it again. This time it was clearer and I could make out the familiar, tinny, tune. It was playing happy birthday! Turns out the street cleaning trucks all played happy birthday to warn pedestrians they were coming. 😬
lucca18
(1,244 posts)It brought back childhood memories.
Lazy summer days.
Hearing the bells of the ice cream truck.
The Good Humor ice cream truck.
What a glorious sight!
😍😁🍦
housecat
(3,121 posts)TygrBright
(20,772 posts)FloridaDAR
(3,709 posts)Did this ever bring back memories!!
I lived in a small town in South Carolina as a child in a neighborhood with small brick houses. An ice cream truck came by every afternoon. We could hear the truck from a distance, so there was always time to grab the money my mom left on the table by the front door and run. I lived for creamsicles, especially those in a cardboard push-up contraption, which was my usual daily fare.
My fondest memory was not only the ice cream truck but that of my first dog. A Chihuahua named Henry, and he LOVED ice cream. This was back when we didn't know ice cream was bad for dogs. I am still not convinced it is, as all my dogs have eaten ice cream all their lives and thankfully lived to ripe old ages.
Henry responded to the ice cream truck music before we did and would start whimpering, running to the door, pawing at the screen. We would grab the money and his leash from the hall table and run for ice cream together. I got a creamsicle, and he got a cup of vanilla ice cream. I am sure you remember those cupspaper and a paper lid with a little tab to pull it off and get to the good stuff.
I would carry our treasure back to the front porch, and we would sit on the steps and enjoy.
Those were good days.
Thank you so much for sharing this delightful story and the joy this woman brought to those kids and us!
Texaswitchy
(2,962 posts)We had two ice cream trucks come thru the neighborhood.
One would stop at the park.
I always had a quarter on me.
My father would spoil me a little...
crud
(627 posts)Lot's of kids on my street, I know most of them (I have an air pump). When I hear the music getting close, I soon hear about a half dozen frantic voices yelling "STOP, SSSSSSTOOOOOPPPPP! I've even seen them come out of the house too late and yell, and the truck loops back. That is everyday on my street.
IronLionZion
(45,546 posts)so for DC, it's the national mall on summer evenings.
iluvtennis
(19,880 posts)LoisB
(7,234 posts)moonscape
(4,674 posts)Manhattan but wanted a p/t job to supplement my f/t one. Long story how it came to be, but on the weekends I drove a Pied Piper ice cream truck on the Jersey shore one summer out of Belmar.
It was an old-fashioned truck, open in the front with the freezer door on the back. So I jumped out of it every time kids yelled out to open the back and sell.
One day a group of kids came out yelling to each other and chasing my truck, Its the ice cream man! Its the ice cream man! I stopped, jumped out, and one yelled out in surprise, Its a lady!!
Great, fun job.
BumRushDaShow
(129,608 posts)justhanginon
(3,290 posts)my mom giving us each a dime and getting a Vanilla Dixie Cup at the little grocery store a few blocks from where we lived in a rural area. Sometimes splurge and get a large bottle of Vess Red Cream soda and make ice cream sodas with that. Pure heaven on the really hot days before residential air conditioning. Good memories
SCantiGOP
(13,874 posts)But I used to get a dime to run out and buy something. Thats when fireballs were 1 cent and Tootsie Rolls were a nickel.
I used to wonder how many ice cream truck drivers went absolutely insane from having to hear that same 5 second loop of loud music over and over all day.
geardaddy
(24,931 posts)FalloutShelter
(11,881 posts)Pacifist Patriot
(24,654 posts)stage left
(2,966 posts)This story made me feel so good! Thank you!
Higherarky
(637 posts)Remember the little wooden paddle "spoons"?
FailureToCommunicate
(14,025 posts)unmelty the longest!
One time when I was coaching first graders soccer, the ice creme truck pulled up next to the field, and half my team went running over off the field...DURING the game!!
The other coach and I laughed, threw up our hands and went over to pay for the kids' ice creme.
We both remarked we wish WE could command such immediate attention from our young players as that little tune "Turkey In the Straw"
niyad
(113,595 posts)live love laugh
(13,143 posts)Marthe48
(17,042 posts)The Uncle Marty truck would come down our street. As soon as we heard the music, my sister and one or 2 of my brothers would race down our long driveway to get ice cream. We were good customers. We gor to know his schedule and would wait at the end of our drive with our grubby little hands full of coins. One day, it was rainy, so we didn't go to the end of the drive to wait. The windows were closed, so we didn't hear the truck on the street. We were all surprised and delighted when Uncle Marty pulled up to the back door! lol
Wicked Blue
(5,857 posts)and was probably the first female ice cream truck driver in NJ
Great fun, but I ate and gave away too much of my meager profits to poor kids.