The Good Humor Man

Most of the books at our school library are donated paperbacks.  When this one came across my desk the other day I experienced a rush of happy memories so strong I wanted to grab the book up, place it in a protective case and hang it in my personal museum of cherished life experiences. Vera is probably the only one who shares these memories with me. We both attended Robert Goddard Jr. High in Lanham, Maryland growing up.  When you entered our cafeteria the stage was to the right, the serving lines were straight ahead and to the left, under the windows is where they pushed the big silver cart full of "Good Humor Ice Cream Bars" everyday of school as lunch was winding up. They didn't do this in elementary school and so this was something to get excited about.  The first day, since I was a 7th grader and knew nothing about this marvelous tradition I had no money to buy ice cream. Ice cream bars were 10 cents each.  Since my Dad loved chocolate, and every birthday every year for us four girls was chocolate cake with chocolate ice cream, I chose the Good Humor chocolate covered chocolate bar on a stick.  Heaven!  Not only did I make sure I had 10 cents almost every school day, the Good Humor man drove past our house in the afternoons along with two other ice cream trucks.  I always waited for the Good Humor truck and bought another 10 cent chocolate covered chocolate bar. Would miracles never cease?  All these years later I find a book about "The Good Humor Man" and I can feel the sense of anticipation each lunch period, see myself in the first seat directly across from where I know they will park the cart and preparing for my 3 foot dash to beat all the other students to an ice cream bar. It only lasted a year but has had a lifelong impact on me as I look back on these memories and realize how  ice cream  makes life seem just a little better. So on days you can "double-dip," life seems sublime.

Visiting Allen

So I went up to Orem two weeks ago and here are the highlights:
* Grandma and RyLee polished off a pint of raspberries while Mom wasn't looking--and YES RyLee ate most of them.
*Allen came to Ron's house and made RyLee laugh again. It's funny to watch her look at Allen and then look at Ron and then back to Allen and try to decide which one is her Daddy.
* We all went to see "Uncle Hal" give a presentation at the Orem City Library with the author of Candy Bomber. Here we are getting authographed books! (Can you hardly wait 'till Christmas?)  Colonel Halvorsen is 92 years old and still going strong-AMAZING!
*There is also a glamor shot of me with Linda Bethers the author of Christmas Oranges. She wanted an autographed copy of Candy Bomber from the Bomber himself. It was a librarians dream come true--Surrounded by famous authors!
* Here are a few shots of Allen at his apartment this year.I bought a couple of picture frames and added 6 family photos so Allen could have SOMETHING on the walls to look at besides paint.
*Stopped by to see Grandma Merrell also but those pix were on my phone and I erased them. Oops!