Monday, 02 June 2008
I Scream, You Scream...
By Linda of Velvet Sacks
...we all scream for ice cream. Remember that from your childhood?
Somewhere in time, near my first exposure to that old saying, an actual ice cream incident occurred that has been repeated endlessly in my family. If my sister and I hadn't lived so far apart geographically for so many years, the details as to who did what to whom may not have been blurred. Somebody would have corrected the story soon after its first mis-telling. Now, though, through many repetitions by each of us to our own respective audiences, the truth has been corrupted.
My memory is that I was the outraged party, and my sister is equally adamant that
In the 1950s, a nickel would buy a single-dip ice cream cone. With a dime, one could buy a double-dip cone or two single-dip ones. One block from our house was a drugstore/soda fountain and in the summertime, we wore out the sidewalk between there and home.
On the day in question only one of us went to the drugstore. The other one stayed home and waited. My sister's theory is that because I'm four years older than she, it's obvious that I'm the one who would have walked to the drugstore to buy ice cream cones for both of us, while she, the younger, innocent one stayed home and waited.
My theory is that she was
There's no way at this late date to prove whose memory is correct on that one issue, but as for the rest of the details, we're right in line.
We both agree that the walking sister started out to the drugstore with two dimes. We both agree that approximately fifteen minutes later the walking sister came home empty-handed except for one double-dip ice cream cone, which she was licking enthusiastically. We also agree on the exact words of our ensuing conversation:
Waiting sister: "Where's my ice cream cone?"
Walking sister: "I lost your dime."
[EDITORIAL NOTE: Once again, the cupboard is nearly bare of stories. Time for any readers inclined to share yours to send them along.]
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Hi Linda,
Once, my brother and I were at the seashore and he sent me to get him a chocolate ice cream cone and he gave me the money to get myself one,too.
I ordered the two chocolate cones and as I started up the beach to where we were sitting I dropped a cone.
When I got to my brother I made sure I was licking my cone so I could tell him that it was HIS chocolate cone that I had dropped, not mine!
Loved your story!
Posted by: Nancy | Monday, 02 June 2008 at 07:13 AM
Isn't selective memory wonderful? We are always the ones who wore the white hat in memory.
Cute story, Linda.
Posted by: Darlene | Monday, 02 June 2008 at 08:19 AM
Yes, cute story, Linda! I can imagine my own sister (whose name is also Linda) and I could come up with similar tales, given an opportunity. Fun!
Posted by: Nikki | Wednesday, 04 June 2008 at 05:02 AM