Farr’s Ice Cream
When I
was nine years old, I gathered up my neighborhood friends and lead them down
21st street to Farr’s Ice Cream Co. My sister Hope worked there scooping
out ice cream similar to the way it’s done today.
It’s a good mile down and back; there
were six of us more less, Jack More, Ray, Richard, and my next door cousins Evelyn and Andy Neil. Hope had previously
told me I could come down and get a free ice cream cone, and bring any of my friends.
When
we arrived her pretty face and dark simile eyes greeted us, and she immediately scooped up our choices. I picked the super-duper 3 scooper black walnut
lemon, the rest made their choices, and then we left. I was proud as punch to have a big sister like
Hope. She was my very best friend.
DR. KARL WALLACE
D.D.S.
