Ellie wrote:I can't believe you two came up with the same idea. All of the cards are darling. You both used great summery colors, too.
When I was a kid, back in the 50's, we eagerly waited for four kinds of trucks. First and foremost, the ice cream truck. Second, a little local grocery store occasionally delivered on our block and the driver used to give us all a free stck of gum. Third was the milkman. On a hot summer day he would use an icepick to break off big chunks of ice for us. We would sit on the curb and clurp on that wonderful ice to cool off. BE READY TO BE APPALLED AT THIS LAST ONE. A few times during the summer a truck would drive through the streets spraying for mosquitoes. We would run behind it, getting wet with the bug spray!!! We thought it was great fun, our parents knew that we did it and they were not at all concerned. Yes, I should be dead. Aah, those were the days.
Ellie, thanks for the walk through your memories. We had just the ice cream truck... and a mosquito fogger truck. Although we didn't run directly behind the fogger (mainly because we wouldn't have been able to see where we were going!). Since we lived in a small town I think it drove through every street. I remember sitting in our front yard watching it's progress as the cloud of fog drew closer. When it got to our block we would often run across the road after it had passed and the fog was dissipating! Always was kind of magical to run through that fog. (And yes, our parents knew about it, too. They often commented on how thankful THEY were to see the fogger because it would mean a respite from the skeetos! We didn't have air conditioning so spent a lot of time out of doors on hot days and nights so they were like a plague!
So yes... we should be dead. Or maybe brain damaged! (If you asked my hubby about that last option he might say there could be some validity to such a claim!)