Dear Lynn,
Hope life is treating you well and that you are managing to stay safe during these pandemic times. We and our families are all fine, thank goodness. I find myself thinking of my parents and am glad they are not with us anymore because I don't know how they would have managed to wrangle their way through all these restrictions. It's difficult enough for Ted and I to keep up with it all!
Probably because of so much time on my hands I've been doing a lot of reminiscing lately. Had an ice cream cone yesterday and it took me back to my girlhood.
Ice cream was a frequent summer treat in our family and I loved it! It wasn't just the cool creaminess of it melting in my mouth, nor the myriad of flavours, or the hidden nuts, candy or fruit that made this treat special. It was the way it brought our family together.
Back in the day when the "Sunday evening drive" was popular entertainment, we would often pile into the back of Dad's station wagon to roam the hilly country north of us, frequently ending up at Cloverdale Dairies in Northville. We would all run in and order a single cone of our favourite flavour and sit outside and slurp and chat and laugh.
One summer weekend in the early 60's, we went to Mama's family reunion in Ohio. The festivities were finished off by Cousin Merle hand churning ice-cream! The sun had set, the corn field alight with fireflies and the call of the whippoorwill lulled us into a dream world.
Finally ooooh's and ahhhh's went up as the dasher was pulled from the bucket and each of us got to taste a finger full of the delectable confection! Needless to say, Dad bought his own ice cream churn shortly there after.
Each Memorial Day, or Fourth of July, or Labour Day, Mama would make up the custard and Dad would crank away. Often fresh berries or a can of Hershey's chocolate syrup was added. Yum!
After Mama died, Dad was ailing and just wanted to go and be with "the Good Lord, and my Marie". Ted and I would visit and often take him to his neighbourhood Dairy Queen. We would sit outside at an umbrella-covered table and swap stories and laugh and slurp to catch the drips running down our fingers.
Not too many months later my sister phoned and said, "Come now!"
I drove quickly the 7 hours with my youngest son. Dad was surrounded by family when we arrived at the hospital. He recognized us and smiled and whispered our names.
A nurse brought in a snack for Dad and asked if anyone would like to help him with it. I volunteered and was privileged to feed Dad his very last meal before he left this earth...a bowl of vanilla ice cream!
What a loving God we have, to know how much this would gratify Dad and bless all of us, watching him enjoy what would be his final creamy treat!
Well, Lynn, time for me to run. Pray this finds you hale and hearty. Wish we could enjoy a bowl of ice cream together in honour of our life-long friendship but that will have to wait for another day. Bye for now. Take care, good buddy.
Always,
Peggy