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Hi, I'm Darryll and I live in Pullman, Washington with my wife and two kids. I'm a licensed Architect and am employed as a Project Manager at Washington State University. In addition, I have my own business doing residential designs in the greater Palouse area. I am a self-taught pianist, song-writer and singer and am involved in the music department at my local church.
Showing posts with label ice cream. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ice cream. Show all posts

Monday, October 5, 2009

Remember Farrell's?

How any people remember Farrells Ice Cream Parlour?


There was one at 130th and Aurora in Seattle. It was a place like no other! It was the closest thing to a Disneyland like atmosphere outside of L.A.
When you walked in, there was a big waiting area, and it was filled with candy – awesome candy – TONS of candy. All of this to make your sweet tooth start to ache!


But just about the time you think you can’t stand it anymore and you NEED to have some of that candy, your family would get called and shown to your booth. Now came the hard part – choosing what to have from the incredible menu. If they had anything but ice cream and desserts, I don’t remember it. There were so many option! I know that banana splits and something called the Pig Trough were what I usually got. And there was the ZOO – it was incredible! It was so fun, too. If it was your birthday, it was really special! They were all dressed in fun old fashioned ice cream parlour costumes and sang songs and made us all laugh.


What a super special time! Fun, Ice cream, laughing, music, lights, candy, it was kid’s dream come true.


Here’s a link to a web page all about it. Watch the video – it’ll bring back some great memories!

http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30307233&l=6a31d4eec5&id=1285072823

Monday, September 28, 2009

The Ice Cream Truck

There was nothing that would lift the spirits of the entire gaggle of neighborhood kids quite like the approaching sound of the ice cream truck. Also called the Popsicle man, or Popsicle lady, depending on who had the route that summer.



Typically, it was late afternoon and the end of a long day of playing outside.
The whole neighborhood was out and nearing the end of our energy. As soon as we could begin to hear the silly little music a bunch of thoughts would start to go through our heads. Would mom say it was ok to have an ice cream? Where was the truck – it was always so hard to tell where the music was coming from? Did we have time to run home to get money from mom and get back in time? There were so many choices – what would you get? Although, all of the sudden we had plenty of energy to make sure that we got home and back in time to get catch the truck.


There are a couple of things to note, here. First off, as kids, we typically didn’t have money in our pockets. Not that we didn’t have money, we just didn’t carry it with us. Secondly, this was very likely the highlight of the day for many of us. We’d often be hoping and praying that the truck would come because it was very special. And lastly, our mom’s didn’t have freezers stocked full of ice cream treats. This really was a treat, and especially because there was a lot of variety to choose from – and some things you might not ever get otherwise.


It was a sweet, cold treat on a long, hot day and one of the great memories of growing up!