Lovely memories and difficult lessons, Sue - such a beautifully-written post. I'm ever so behind on my reading, but am spending some of my Saturday morning in this indulgence. Thank you for your writing.
I too am overwhelmed by the excellent writings and artwork on this platform. I spend every afternoon just catching up with my subscribers' recent posts, much less finding time to indulge in exploring their archives. Tonya Morton gave me an incredibly generous gift when she setup my substack page. Best payment for my writing I've ever received. She is the editor/writer of Juke, if you'd care to check out her writings.
It IS overwhelming, isn’t it?! I don’t like it when I fall behind on my reading, but the good thing about it is that I then indulge myself in bigger chunks of reading at the weekends, and that’s always lovely!
Thanks for introducing me to Tonya and Juke - I shall have a look! 😘
Such and honest evocative memoir, Sue, including not only the ice cream, joy-riding, and giggles of being a teenager in the sixties, but also the shade of Vietnam, drug use, atonement and bullying. Beautifully remembered.
Thank you, Sharron. It's a tricky balance to start with something so luscious and innocent and end up with what could sound like a guilt trip. But that's a memory for you. The good, bad, ugly, and awesome all at once.
62 years ago, when i was 12, my dad let me buy a shotgun with money i had saved and start coming with him on pheasant and duck hunts outside of Minneapolis. On the way home we would stop at a little ice cream stand that said homemade ice cream. Delicious taste but what set it apart to me was that it instead of being completely smooth it had little ice flakes in it. I loved it!
On another note, why did so many Salt Lake City residents die of cancer or heart disease?
Beautiful description of ice cream, Bob. Yummy! Those little roadside stands were all unique and served the bedrock of American food ... the whole cultural and culinary buffet. I also went pheasant hunting with my Dad and his friends too. Only I didn't shoot a gun. I just tramped along with them for miles through farm pastures in central Utah.
As for Salt Lake City's death rate, the city is located in a bowl of mountains which catches and old the pollution from millions of cars. Kennecott Copper has/had a smelter west of town that produced a lot of pollution, but that's been contained for decades. Now it all the cars and planes. Tourism is killing people. Also, Utah and northern Arizona was downwind from the Nevada Nuclear Test Site and that cloud of fallout would drift wide across those states. Cancers from that killed a generation of people far before their time. My mom died at sixty because of it. The cardiac deaths are probably enhanced by the psychological angst of a theocratic culture that battles against those who want to bring SLC in the 20th Century. And I do mean twentieth!
Lovely memories and difficult lessons, Sue - such a beautifully-written post. I'm ever so behind on my reading, but am spending some of my Saturday morning in this indulgence. Thank you for your writing.
I too am overwhelmed by the excellent writings and artwork on this platform. I spend every afternoon just catching up with my subscribers' recent posts, much less finding time to indulge in exploring their archives. Tonya Morton gave me an incredibly generous gift when she setup my substack page. Best payment for my writing I've ever received. She is the editor/writer of Juke, if you'd care to check out her writings.
It IS overwhelming, isn’t it?! I don’t like it when I fall behind on my reading, but the good thing about it is that I then indulge myself in bigger chunks of reading at the weekends, and that’s always lovely!
Thanks for introducing me to Tonya and Juke - I shall have a look! 😘
Such and honest evocative memoir, Sue, including not only the ice cream, joy-riding, and giggles of being a teenager in the sixties, but also the shade of Vietnam, drug use, atonement and bullying. Beautifully remembered.
Thank you, Sharron. It's a tricky balance to start with something so luscious and innocent and end up with what could sound like a guilt trip. But that's a memory for you. The good, bad, ugly, and awesome all at once.
62 years ago, when i was 12, my dad let me buy a shotgun with money i had saved and start coming with him on pheasant and duck hunts outside of Minneapolis. On the way home we would stop at a little ice cream stand that said homemade ice cream. Delicious taste but what set it apart to me was that it instead of being completely smooth it had little ice flakes in it. I loved it!
On another note, why did so many Salt Lake City residents die of cancer or heart disease?
Beautiful description of ice cream, Bob. Yummy! Those little roadside stands were all unique and served the bedrock of American food ... the whole cultural and culinary buffet. I also went pheasant hunting with my Dad and his friends too. Only I didn't shoot a gun. I just tramped along with them for miles through farm pastures in central Utah.
As for Salt Lake City's death rate, the city is located in a bowl of mountains which catches and old the pollution from millions of cars. Kennecott Copper has/had a smelter west of town that produced a lot of pollution, but that's been contained for decades. Now it all the cars and planes. Tourism is killing people. Also, Utah and northern Arizona was downwind from the Nevada Nuclear Test Site and that cloud of fallout would drift wide across those states. Cancers from that killed a generation of people far before their time. My mom died at sixty because of it. The cardiac deaths are probably enhanced by the psychological angst of a theocratic culture that battles against those who want to bring SLC in the 20th Century. And I do mean twentieth!
Yeah, religion can kill you with it's rigidity. I gave it up once i hit college and not forced to go with the family.