The old pick up truck Grandad Dale drove took weekly trips to town with the cream we separated everyday from milking the cows on the Zemanek farm. It was a treat to sit next to Grandad as he shifted the gears over the bumpy roads to town. Scottsbluff, Nebraska was where the Platte Valley Creamery was and still is to this day; and it seemed to take forever to get there... You see, it was the anticipation of what was at the end of the journey that kept us hopping in the seat...
Home Made Ice Cream!
This was in the 60's and I remember it like it was yesterday. Grandad would take me inside to let me pick out which kind of ice cream cone I wanted and take me by the hand and lead me back to the old truck and lift me up on to the tail gate to eat the most wonderful ice cream, dripping down my chin with a huge smile on my face. The trip home I usually fell fast asleep up next to his chest and dream't of next week's ride to town.
My daughter and I still to this day NEVER go home without getting a Home Made tin roof sundae from there. It's a treat I miss and have found memories of the ride to town next to my Grandad... He made his own Home made ice cream on the farm and it was absolutely wonderful too and I will share the recipe with you soon, but I think it was the trip in the truck being next to Grandad that made it special. He has been gone since 1985 but his memory lives on in my heart.
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