Two of my favorite memories are ice cream related. "Ice cream" What do those words mean to you? Childhood memories are my first connections and mental images. Running after the ice cream truck. Begging mom for coins. And the delirious satisfaction at the first sweet, creamy smell and taste as it drips down your hand. Sigh. The ice cream memories that are foundational for me. The memories which come unbidden, are of my grandmother Claudia and my great aunt Marjorie. My grandmother Claudia was wonderful. Iconic. A grandmother archetype, the definition of “grandmother” I wish everyone could have those experiences. The ice cream memory of her was when she drove my little brother and I down to the little hamburger shack below Richland High School. It’s still there, with a new name and paint job. My grandmother drove a red Thunderbird in those days. Around 1968 she drove us in her red Thunderbird to that hamburger place for an ice cream cone. When she pulled up to the window...
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