Good morning everyone. Hope all is going well. Hope you are able to enjoy what is left of summer...it seems as though it just whizzed by.
Today's story goes back years and years. When I was a child, we of course had various types of ice cream trucks go through the neighborhood. The most recognizable was the good humor truck. But it was my personal favorite when the Tastee Freeze truck went by.
It was one huge White van with blue writing all over it. The absolute best part was that it was like an actual ice cream store pulling right up to your front door. The music rang about a block away, giving you plenty of time to run into the house and ask for money.
As time went by, I began to notice that the driver of the truck pretty much had his timing down. He would come about 7 in the evening. Just after supper had settled down in everyone's stomachs, including the adults. You could get a swirled cone with both chocolate and vanilla ice cream, an ice cream sundae or banana split, or my personal favorite...a chocolate dipped cone that after the cone had been dipped, the chocolate hardened.
I remember one Sunday in particular when my cousins were all over and we were outside playing. We heard the music start to play and ran into the house to ask our grandmother if we could get some ice cream when the truck came. My grandmother was the sweetest white haired lady you would have ever wanted to meet...she hardly ever said no to anything. Not because she couldn't....just because she didn't want to. I understand that so much better these days. Well, she went into her room and returned to the living room carrying her old brown leather change purse and clicked it open. She reached inside and pulled out a 50 cent piece. Now that was not a coin you didn't got to see very often and as kids....that was a lot of money. She handed it to my eldest cousin and told him that he was in charge of the money to buy us ice cream cones. We went to sit on the stairs of the front porch to wait for the ice cream truck to arrive in front of our house.
While we were sitting there, my cousin started playing around with the coin. Twirling it on the sidewalk and tossing it up in the air, and then boom...it fell and he couldn't find it. A 50 cent piece! We were all crawling around on our hands and knees looking for the coin as the music from the ice cream truck got louder and louder. We searched everywhere and couldn't find the coin. My cousin insisted that it must have rolled underneath the stairs of the house where we couldn't see it. While we were searching, Grandma came out and questioned what we were all doing on our hands and knees. With the most pitiful look on my eldest cousins face, he told Grandma what had happened and that we couldn't find the coin. Bless my grandmothers sweet heart. She could have easily said that was too bad and taught him a lesson, but that wasn't the type of woman that she was. She hurriedly went back into the house and returned with another 50 cent piece just as the truck pulled up in front of the house. I ran up and got the coin and gave her a kiss on her cheek and quickly ran down the stairs to the truck where my cousins were already in line and ordering what they wanted. I got there with the coin and ordered my chocolate dipped cone and one for grandma too. I ran back with the cone for her and her change and if you could have seen the smile on her face. I guess she didn't think she would get something.
Later, after we were done eating our treats, we went off to play ghosts in the graveyard. A personal favorite of ours. And at one point, my cousin had to wipe the sweat off his head from running, and pulled out his handkerchief and something hard hit the ground. When I looked down, there was the missing coin. My cousin threated me not to tell anyone or he'd break my arm! He really scared me, but I knew that what he had done was so wrong. I couldn't believe he could do something like that to our own Grandmother. When they went home, I got into bed and was thinking about what had happened and started to cry. While I was crying, Grandma came in to the room and asked what was happening? I poured my little heart out even though I knew that the next time my cousins would come over I would get into so much trouble because of it. Grandma just sat down on the bed and took her violet scented handkerchief out of her pocket and wiped away my tears. She stroked my blonde hair and told me that it was all right. She knew that I would never do that to her and that I had just learned a valuable lesson. I was puzzled by her remark and just gave her a look that she understood...I had no idea what that meant! But Grandma did....she explained to me that some people, even children can be greedy and steal and cheat...even their own family. I remember what she told me, and never become one of them. She then said that she felt sorry for him. I thought....why would she feel sorry for him...he was 50 cents richer! But later on, I understood. Grandma never did question him about that so called lost 50 cent piece....but from then on, I was always the one in charge of any money when the Tastee Freeze truck came along. I not only got treated with ice cream from time to time, but I was always treated with respect by my Grandmother...and that was worth all the money in the world.