A couple of weeks ago my brother sent the above image. Boy did it suck me back in time. We used to listen for the bell that would clang to let us know the ice cream cart was coming. Seriously, we would get our nickels and dimes together and get it going. Too funny. This was before all the motor carts puttering around playing the theme from "The Sting" that would drive people nuts. Oh the memories that began to pop up that I had not thought of in years. From the sand box up in the corner of the property to the shack that was the "store" to go shopping in. The sledding and the snowmen plus all those Christmas memories that still live on from 697 Indiana Street. Our house until we moved when I was in 4th grade.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Mid-Summer Memory
A couple of weeks ago my brother sent the above image. Boy did it suck me back in time. We used to listen for the bell that would clang to let us know the ice cream cart was coming. Seriously, we would get our nickels and dimes together and get it going. Too funny. This was before all the motor carts puttering around playing the theme from "The Sting" that would drive people nuts. Oh the memories that began to pop up that I had not thought of in years. From the sand box up in the corner of the property to the shack that was the "store" to go shopping in. The sledding and the snowmen plus all those Christmas memories that still live on from 697 Indiana Street. Our house until we moved when I was in 4th grade.
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