I miss the musical jingle of the ice cream truck. When I was a child it would come down our block playing its merry tune and all the kids in the neighborhood would suddenly stop blowing bubbles and appear in the street.
Most of the time there wasn’t money for our family to buy frozen concoctions, but when we could it was such a treat. Buying actual ice cream was out of the question, but frozen flavored sugar-water bars called popsicles were just fine with us. A lot of popsicles came with two sticks. Often we would buy one to share. We’d break it down the middle and then we would lumber back to our own yard.
I also miss the bread man. He drove his truck down our street once or twice a week. Mom used to buy day old bread and once in a while day old doughnuts. We never ran out of bread even though Mom didn’t drive and couldn’t make a mid-week trip to the market.
We also had twice weekly milk delivery. We would go out in the morning and find the fresh bottled milk sitting on our porch. We never ran out.
But this past week I think I missed the coffee truck most of all. We had Standard Coffee Company when I was very young and later the Jewell Tea Company had a truck that came down our block when I was older. They also sold coffee, spices and other desirable products. Last week I really missed the coffee delivery truck.
Last week it snowed for several days. Each time the plow went past our house he piled up icy snow in front of our driveway. It is an uphill drive out of our driveway to the road. When we reach the road it is part way up a small hill on the road. Getting out requires shoveling. And if the roads are icy there is always the chance of getting into a wreck. If I don’t have to go out when it snows, I don’t go out. By Saturday I was out of coffee. We had to shovel to get out to go buy coffee. Oh yes, last week I missed the coffee man most of all.
Written for Three Word Wednesday: bubble, lumber, wreck.