What makes you say Oh Yeah?.....

cattitude

My Sweetest Boy
vraiblonde said:
Shoot, I still get excited about that!

We lived in a cul-de-sac with a bazillion kids. When the ice cream man come into the neighborhood, we'd all run out to the truck and my german shepherd would run out with us to get her dixie cup. She was my first dog.
 

ladybug2004

New Member
You ever notice that you could have a ton of ice cream in your freezer, but it just wasn't as good unless it came off that ice cream truck. :huggy:
 

jazz lady

~*~ Rara Avis ~*~
PREMO Member
Oh, the summer vacations spent with Grandmom on the Jersey Shore:

Skee-ball and stuffed animals
The rides at Asbury Park, especially the HUGE Carousel and Ferris Wheel
Boardwalk fries and cotton candy
Sleeping with the windows open - hearing the ocean waves and smelling the salty tang of the ocean
Sunburns and Noxema
Being barefoot ALL the time
Lugging Grandmom's groceries up three flights of stairs
The ice cream man coming down the street and tearing across the yard to intercept him
Building huge sandcastles with only a plastic pail and some tin cans
Torturing my sister and brother with plants and wild critters - dead and alive - I found on the beach :lol:
 

Tigerlily

Luvin Life !!!
Riding your bicycle for the first time without the training wheels.
Playing in the woods all day with your friends.
Running through the sprinkler to cool off on a hot day.
Selling lemonade for 5 cents a glass at my grandmas yard sales.
 
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icebaby1111

Guest
Thanks for the memories ladybug2004.


I'm sending you some green karma.......... :flowers:
 
Good Humor Toasted Almond Ice Cream Bar
Red Licorice Laces
Watching a Weasel Ball scoot about
Eating cherry tomatoes directly from the vine
Going for walkabouts in the woods
 

RoseRed

American Beauty
PREMO Member
otter said:
Candles??
Yes.

My folks would build a fire on the beach and melt parrafin and old candles in coffee cans until it melted.

Sister and I would mold shapes in the sand, i.e. stars, foot or hand prints, butt prints, etc...

Parents would tie a wick to a piece of driftwood stick and bury the end of the wick into the sand, then poured the hot wax into the mold and then let them cool and set.

Once cooled, take out of the sand and brush of excess sand. We would burn them on the fireplace or outside at home.
 

rack'm

Jaded
RoseRed said:
Yes.

My folks would build a fire on the beach and melt parrafin and old candles in coffee cans until it melted.

Sister and I would mold shapes in the sand, i.e. stars, foot or hand prints, butt prints, etc...

Parents would tie a wick to a piece of driftwood stick and bury the end of the wick into the sand, then poured the hot wax into the mold and then let them cool and set.

Once cooled, take out of the sand and brush of excess sand. We would burn them on the fireplace or outside at home.

:yay: Very creative parents...:clap:
 

Ehesef

Yo Gabba Gabba
Playing in the corn-crib with my cousins and coming home with pocket-fulls that always ended up in the washer. Hog-killing day, trips to the hen yard with my pop-pop to get feed, driving us down the driveway on my daddy's lap, stopping at The Country Store for a beer (dad) and some Necco Wafers. Eating peanut butter and syrup sandwiches on the back porch and sharing it with my dog Nellie. "Ice Skating" in my snow boots when the river froze out far enough. Walking down to Early Bird for a vanilla soft serve cone turned over in a cup with extra sprinkles. Making track in the untouched snow for the first time all winter. I could go on and on and on...
 

K_Jo

Pea Brain
PREMO Member
Summers in southern California
Lick'm Aid
The Brady Bunch
My pink Huffy dirt bike
Not being afraid of bugs
Gobs :yum:
 

K_Jo

Pea Brain
PREMO Member
kwillia said:
Are you from PA...:shocking:
:lol: My dad is. Carrolltown.


Do you have the recipe???!!! My grandma died and we can't find it!!

Oh gawd those were good! :drool:
 

BadGirl

I am so very blessed
Ehesef said:
Playing in the corn-crib with my cousins and coming home with pocket-fulls that always ended up in the washer. Hog-killing day, trips to the hen yard with my pop-pop to get feed, driving us down the driveway on my daddy's lap, stopping at The Country Store for a beer (dad) and some Necco Wafers. Eating peanut butter and syrup sandwiches on the back porch and sharing it with my dog Nellie. "Ice Skating" in my snow boots when the river froze out far enough. Walking down to Early Bird for a vanilla soft serve cone turned over in a cup with extra sprinkles. Making track in the untouched snow for the first time all winter. I could go on and on and on...
We used to make a paste out of peanut butter, syrup, and graham cracker crumbs and scoop it up with our fingers.

Taking the short crabbing boat out in to the middle of the creek and jumping overboard to swim. [swimming near the shoreline was almost impossible to the skunkiness of the creek mud]

Playing on the thick vines down in Swing Valley - really a deep gully near my house.

Streaking down the Strike runway as a young teenager.

"Borrowing" a car at the age of thirteen and taking it up to Waldorf and running out of gas up there.

Going out in the marshland to go "froggin'" with my dad.

Making out for the first time down at Pt. Lookout with M.

Going to my first concert.
 
K_Jo said:
:lol: My dad is. Carrolltown.


Do you have the recipe???!!! My grandma died and we can't find it!!

Oh gawd those were good! :drool:
I'm pretty sure my mom has the recipe... OMG... I remember the days Mom would spend all day making them and wrapping each one individually in wax paper... she used to make them to give to the neighbors, our teachers and our bus drivers just because she was in the mood to bake them. It's a recipe you can't fool with... the cake part and the whipped center must be just so...:yum:
 
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