Lots of places had corn on the cob or lemonade, and the smell of suntan lotion was a universal olfactory experience, which for me was frequently followed by the obligatory sprays of Solarcaine to calm the sting sufficiently so that I would eventually drift off to sleep after fruitlessly searching for the cool side of my pillow while the fan ineffectively blew back and forth in my stifling bedroom.
But I had something else that to this day reminds me of summer - teaberry ice cream.
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Being able to head out to the seasonal ice cream stand by Bland's amusement park to have the first scoop of teaberry ice cream was like a rite of passage. Texas hot dogs and teaberry ice cream meant school was out, a life of leisure was upon me, and I had nothing more to do than scratch mosquito bites, swim and play in the creek (or crick as we pronounced it), and stay out past when the street lights came on. Bicycle rides, fishing at Reservoir Park, sleep-outs - pretty Norman Rockwell when I think about it.
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I know that with the Internet and an American Express card, I could have teaberry ice cream whenever I wanted, but that's not the point. FedEx can't bring the start of summer to my doorstep any more than they can transport me back to the warm recesses of my youth. But it's nice to remember.
Will my kids have something like that to reminisce about when they're approaching fifty? I don't know. But I think I'll ask them.