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Let’s play.

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Humor me.

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That’s an easy one for me.

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The Good Humor truck song. Music to the ears of every hungry child in the 60’s and 70’s.

I grew up in suburban New Jersey and every summer we had a special bowl filled with change by the back door. When you heard the first far away strains of that distinctive little ditty? You grabbed a handful and ran outside.

My preferred treat?

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The toasted almond bar.

To this day, I crave them… which is a tragedy.

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Sometimes life just isn’t fair. No more toasted almond goodness. Though I discovered I could buy this on eBay….

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But if my favorite treat isn’t available, why bother?

How about you…

What sound from your childhood don’t you hear anymore?

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36 thoughts on “Let’s play.”

  1. We didn’t have GoodHumor trucks. An ice cream truck currently passes,my house, lights on & music blaring, at 9pm each night. Very weird.

    My lost sound is all the neighborhood kids playing together.

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  2. I wish I could say a man snoring, but…
    I wish I could say the sound of sports on TV, but…

    After some thought, I guess I’d say Casey Kasem’s Top 40 radio show. We always listened to it in the car driving the 4 hours back from our ski cabin every other weekend each winter of my childhood. I loved that show.

    As for beloved things being discontinued, I’m with you. I can’t find Haagen Dazs’ Bourbon Praline Pecan ice cream anywhere anymore. And don’t let anyone tell you their Butter Pecan or Bourbon Vanilla Bean Truffle flavors are just as good, cuz they’re not. Another relatively recent casualty? Reach’s woven dental floss! I love woven dental floss. Totally different experience than waxed floss. Poof! It just disappeared during COVID without explanation. 🙂

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  3. I’d rather tell you a sound I don’t miss at all. The AIR RAID siren that used to scream at us every so often (Thankfully I have forgotten how often!) when we were in school, and we had to get under our desks and basically kiss our asses goodbye.
    I mean, what was the use. We were still going to be killed, no matter where we were, and we all knew that. Why have our bodies all neat and tidy under our desks, just waiting to die! How stupid were the adults anyway? If I was going to die I wanted to be trying to live, somehow. Oh, how I hated AIR RAID sirens.
    And our parents wondered why we had no use for their society, why so many of us became hippies, looking for a safe place to live. Why we protested against wars? They expected us to die, so we expected to die. And when we didn’t die in a nuclear halocaust, we did our best to change the world, so future generations would not have to live the way we were forced to live.
    Well, we still have nuclear bombs, and that asshole Trump wants to use them on someone — “If we have them, we should use them!” he said, last time he was in power. And he wants to be in power again! Don’t you dare let him, or we all will die!
    Never again do I want to hear an AIR RAID siren, even if it is real. I would rather not know death was coming.

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      1. If you never had to react to a siren going off that might have been real, that might have announced your imminent death, you are a very lucky person. The adults may have known the sirens were just tests, we children did not. We were supposed to think they were real. They wanted us to think they were real. What kind of way is that to have your children grow up.
        I don’t remember how many years we had to endure AIR RAID sirens, but it was too many. Utter hell! Is a damn good way to describe what we were put through!
        Yeah, if the blast didn’t get you, the radiation would. Or there would be no safe food to eat, or uncontaminated water to drink. Survival was virtually impossible if you lived in an urban area. And the sirens would not let us forget how easily life could end…

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  4. When I was a child, and throughout all my school days, when there was a fire, the fire department blasted their horn in code, to let people know about it. One blast meant Old Town (where I lived) and there were others, up to four blasts. Four blasts meant it was out of town. You could practically feel the fear of everyone in class, when the horn sounded. I think every one of us held our breath. If it went to four blasts (as we all hoped it would), there was a huge sigh of relief. All our own homes were safe. Guess that was rather selfish of us, but we were kids. I miss the horn. There’s no way to know where the fire is located.

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  5. The church bell of the wonderful church in my hometown. It’s a beautiful old historical church and although I’m not catholic anymore, the bell that would ring every Saturday and Sunday to announce services were about to start has long been silent. Mostly due to the fact that the wooden housing that supports the huge bell has been neglected and only recently have they started to try and restore it. But because of that, they can’t ring that huge bell to announce weekly services or the midnight mass on Christmas Eve or to ring in the New Year. The neighborhood where my aunt lives still has a Good Humor truck, I love going to visit because I grew up being there on the weekends and the owners kids took over the ice cream truck and one can still get a soft serve cone or any other treat. I’d never heard or seen the Toasted Almond….thiny so maybe it’s a regional thing.

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    2. Winnipeg had a park just off downtown, with seven churches of different Christian faiths represented around the perimeter of the park. At 11:00 AM daily during the week, one church would ring its bells, then another, then another, until after all seven played their little tune, then all seven would ring their bells at the same time. I was not Christian, but I loved sitting in the park and letting the bells toll over me — thst was how it felt.
      Then one year they all switched to recorded music — I guess the bellringers were all retiring and they had no one to replace them or it cost too much, I really don’t know why, but the recorded music wasn’t the same. They didn’t have that reverberation that travelled from bell to bell. I don’t live there anymore, so I don’t know if they still do it, but it was great to lusten to, when the bells were real. That was music to the ears…

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  8. Pinball Machines & playing a scratchy record (although both made a comeback) A busy signal on a phone, the hum when tv channels signed off, the sound of actual coins coming out of a slot machine (granted this was only 32 yrs ago so not exactly childhood)

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  10. The mosquito truck that used to rumble through the neighborhood every few nights in Hawaii, spraying toxic fumes into the air. In this case, not hearing that sound is a very good thing (you didn’t say it had to be a sound or noise we missed). I also quite clearly recall the cloyingly sweet stench of the poison filling the air. Quite frankly, it’s a wonder I’m still alive.

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  11. I would say the sound of a regular telephone ringing but I set that as a Ringtone for a friend so how about the Time Lady..”At the tone the time will be… 12 O’Clock A.M. Please make a note of it!”

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  13. I used to hear the idiotic prattle of my sisters, hating and talking trash. “That Farrah Fawcett is SO ugly!” Come on, girls, credit where it’s due. It doesn’t mean you have to like her, or the famous perky nipple poster for that matter.
    The Batman theme would bring every kid in the house running to the TV. It was better before it got all dark and the bat copter could crash land on a big pile of foam rubber. I have the Batman movie on DVD, so I might have to get it off the shelf and watch it. Thank the programming gods they never put it on opposite Star Trek.

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