Summers and the Ice Cream Truck!

And speaking of ice cream . . . When Marash Girl and her sister, her brother, her cousins, and her neighbors, were kids on Lowell Avenue, the ice cream truck would slowly drive along Lowell Avenue, the driver ringing his cheery bell . . . most probably on a Sunday afternoon, as Marash Girl recalls. None of us kids had any "spare change", as we were all still very young . . . and yet we loved ice cream so much. We would shout to the driver to stop, and then run and hide as the driver of the truck paused and looked around for his next customers . . . Sorry, ice cream truck driver! We didn't understand how disappointed you would be to find no customers when you pulled your truck over to the side of the road. We were just kids!