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As Summer draws to a close, we harken back to yesteryear...


You hear it before you see it. The sound sets off a cascade in your brain that you cannot control. Although you are attracted to the sound you run the opposite direction, screaming wildly, ...

"ICECREAM MAN!"
"Mom, [Dad], can I have some money... PLEASE?"

ummm nope

I thought everybody did that

ah h no....besides we didn't have curbs in our neighborhood!!

not personally, no

but I bet my brothers did! They could create a weapon from NOTHING!

NOTE: all of them grew up sane, with professional careers, and to my knowledge have never used a weapon on anyone to injure or maim!

Just like the 8-track tape player, I missed out on that thrill.

Abso-freakin-lutely. Pointy objects were an integral part of growing up.

Also, with 5 popsicle sticks you could make a nifty frisbee-like thingie ..... of course if kind of disassembled when it hit the ground but that was part of the fun.

alphabits wrote:Abso-freakin-lutely. Pointy objects were an integral part of growing up.

Also, with 5 popsicle sticks you could make a nifty frisbee-like thingie ..... of course if kind of disassembled when it hit the ground but that was part of the fun.

I remember those... the fun part was bringing a few to school and hiding them in your desk.. then, lobbing one from the back of the room toward the blackboard when the lecture was reeeeeeeeeeealllllllllllllllyyyyyyyyy dull... just to see if the teacher was awake.

Nope, but boy did I love popsicles--especially the more unusual banana or root beer ones!

Absolutely!! I had to have some sort of weapon to defend myself from my 3 older brothers!!

And the curb reminds me of playing "curb baseball". I was good at that!

Sure! I made many popsicle stick knives - they came in handy in the woods down the street.

I also learned to recognize that weirdly melodius sound that meant the Ice Cream Man was coming down the block.

Who can forget using clothespins and playing cards to give their bike that "piston engine" roar?

It was all good.

flyboy55 wrote:Who can forget using clothespins and playing cards to give their bike that "piston engine" roar?
It was all good.

YEP!!

Yes, but not in about 35 years. I don't think my kids have ever done that.

TommyBahama wrote:ah h no....besides we didn't have curbs in our neighborhood!!

Sorry to hear about your lack of curbs.
(what did you hit your head on when you fell off you bike/skates/feet?)

To you I present the (honorary) "Curb-in-a-Box"

As someone who worked in an ice-cream factory, where we made popsicles, creamsicles, dreamsicles, fudgsicles, etc., I can tell you that popsicle sticks are very sharp already.
After an evening shift of packing 2-stick popsicles into boxes of a dozen, my knuckles would be bleeding. The one-stick bars were less deadly.

The one-stick bars (the machine that made them all was called the Stick-Bar Machine, of course) with chocolate coating were my favourite, becuase the young man who brought the big pails of chocolate up from the Fruit Room had sparkly blue eyes. He said he had chocolate arms from all the lifting of heavy chocolate pails, and he told me I neat knees, as I sat at the SBM in my short skirted uniform. That was the summer of 1965. We are still together.

We would wrap them with rubber bands (or GUM bands as my Dad used to call them) and make switchblades....we were pretty badass....for ten years olds in Orem, Utah....

I grew up in Brooklyn, nothing more needs to be said.

LIPH wrote:I grew up in Brooklyn, nothing more needs to be said.

back in the day, they were standard issue.

The only thing I used popsicle sticks for was saving them up for crafts in Bible School or school projects. Never thought to use them as a friggin' weapon ! Rocks were always my choice. And running them down with my bike. And throwing water on them...and gettin' after them with a baseball bat ...and....uh....never mind.

Speaking of popsicle sticks, am I the only one whose skin crawls when you lick one?
It's the damndest thing.