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Volume 38
Spring-Summer
2012
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The Creamsicle by Helen Condon

Helen Condon is a rug braider and master artisan who lives in Parishville, NY. Her website, Adirondack Rug Braiding has information on her rugs, baskets, and wreaths. She has led workshops for the Schoharie River Center on rug braiding and taught at the Old Forge Art Center, Great Camp Sagamore, the Farmer’s Museum in Cooperstown, and the Adult Education Center in Cambridge, MA. She also offers private classes in her studio on the second floor of the Grange Hall in Parishville. Helen has a Master of Fine Arts degree in Creative Writing from the University of North Carolina at Wilmington and teaches memoir writing. Below is a poem that Helen wrote about buying Creamsicles in the late 1940s.


Mom kept a little round Indian Basket
On her dresser.
It had a cover in my first memory of it.
But as years went by
That disappeared.

Most of the straw was brownish
with a couple of purple strands running through.
It was pretty.
When Dad came home from the shop
He’d drop in the pennies from his pocket
And maybe a button or a couple of screws.
It was usually full.

There was a store across the green
Where they sold five cent popsicles.
And if you were lucky you’d get a nickel
Once a week.
But, if you were super lucky
You’d get seven cents and you could buy
A creamsicle.

Creamsicles were icy orange on the outside
With smooth, white ice cream
In the middle,
Near the stick. And once a week,
my brother, Dave, would
crawl under our front porch
And ‘super lucky’ find seven cents.

I crawled under there a dozen times
But, never found any.
Dave said probably some rich salesman
Dropped them while trying to get a card
Out of his pocket to leave with mom.
And the reason I never found any?
My eyes were not as keen as his.






 






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