As summer draws to a close, I look back (once again) and think where did it go? When we were kids, I thought the summer months went by in a flash, but maybe that’s because I was stuck at home with a long “to do” list that my mom religiously wrote each morning before leaving for work. It included dreadfully awful items like dusting, vacuuming, water the plants, burn the trash and so on. I wished that one day she’d just write, “Do whatever you want today!”

I’m still waiting for that note.

But another thing I remember about summer nights was homemade ice cream. Dad would haul the ice and salt downstairs to the shower room, mom would gather the remainder of the ingredients and my brother and I would take turns cranking.

Not so different from back in Grandpa’s day. Listen as he reminisces.

Until we walk again …