Today’s Fetching Friday features wonderful memories of childhood summers and how we whiled away the hours in the good old summertime.
Homemade ice cream was the summertime treat we had to work for.
Who remembers being put on cranking detail?
My grandmother had a PhD in food presentation.
She always served homemade ice cream in an etched sherbet dish like the ones above garnished with either a sprig of fresh mint, peach slice, fresh strawberry, or chocolate Kiss.
To me, there is nothing better on a hot summer afternoon than a dish of cold, creamy homemade ice cream garnished with a generous amount of memories.
I first saw this in the good old summertime image on Pinterest.
Social media trends from one platform to another, and I noticed it on Facebook captioned with the words “this is what old folks call snap chat.”
If I had a nickel for every time my grandmother handed us a glass of homemade lemonade and a bowl full of peas prime for the snapping, I’d have enough money to run by Raising Cane’s for a lemonade to enjoy on the drive out to the farmer’s market stand on the bayou to pick up a bushel or a peck of peas.
Revered summer rituals of the past shape the summer activities of the present.
We never met a pond, creek, or fresh water spring our feet or fishing poles didn’t like.
It was nothing for my Dad and uncles to suggest the entire family load up and caravan to the drive-in.
My Mother and my aunts gathered up the aluminum lawn chairs, filled an industrial size ice chest with canned Cokes (it’s the South- we call any flavor soda or pop Coke), and popped several pans of Jiffy Pop.
Ironically, the only trip to the concession stand was for mosquito coils.
Pure summertime fun gold.
I hope you all have a most fetching Friday and a great weekend enjoying some good old summertime fun.