Remembering the 250-pound cherry red popsicle party - The Troy Messenger

Remembering the 250-pound cherry red popsicle party - The Troy Messenger

The summer of my 10th year, I was knee-high to my towering Pop so I was big enough to “work” at the ice house during the summer “when needed.” When I started getting on Mama’s nerves, she would say that Daddy could probably use me over at the ice house. So, on work mornings, I rode my bicycle to the ice house and earned a case quarter most every week. That was enough money to buy a funny book and an ice cream cone at the Johnston Drug Store and …