Cobwebs in the Attic brother and I took turns sitting on the ice cream freezer on a cold rug while Dad cranked until Mom’s creamy mixture was finally solid enough to eat.
Growing up in the 50s and 60s was different. We ran around barefoot, watching for sticker patches, drank water from the hose, ate grape popsicles, drank cherry Kool-Aid, and stayed out until dark.
When my big brother allowed me to hang out with his buddies, that was heaven. They did a lot more fun things than girls did. With him and his preteen gang, I learned how to skip rocks, spit,...
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