Do you remember the last time you bought an ice cream from the ice cream truck ?
Nor do I , and that’s really kind of a shame . But I do remember as a small child the excitement of the tunes that were clearly heard from blocks away on those streets of London as that ice cream vendor drove up and down . That driver of the ice cream van was a shrewd business man as he knew when my Grandfather would be walking home from work and on on which day he would not be taking his money to the Pub to spend on beer. And so did all the kids that lived on that street .
On Tuesdays the ice cream man would “happen” to come past and stop at the corner just before my Grandfather got home as did all of us kids . On Tuesdays my Grandfather would stay home for the evening and watch TV with my Grandmother as all his beer money had been spent on ice creams for all that were sharp enough to make it to that corner on time .
The wonderful memories of this all came flooding back a half hour ago as I was surprised by the ice cream truck that drove by . No kids come running towards the tunes anymore, nor are there even any kids on the street and it surprises me that anyone even attempts making a living at selling ice cream from a truck today . But I’m thinking …
I’m thinking that that the next time I hear those tunes I’m going to run right out and buy that driver an ice cream in gratitude of the wonderful memories he just brought back .
