“custard"
My father, Fred Opie Jr.
I decided to share a food history except from a poem I wrote for my Father in 2007 just after he had been diagnosed with cancer. So many memories overwhelmed me at the time.
Dad I Remember
Dad I remember how hard you worked to provide for your family, to give us opportunities that you never had as a child. I remember the car rides to the base of Bear Mountain to buy “custard.” You were the only one I knew who called soft serve ice cream by that term. Dad thanks for sticking around as long as you did and sharing yourself with me. As Bob Hope sang, Dad, thanks for the memories.
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