Building An Ice Cream Castle

Momma and Poppa celebrate the sixth of July remembering how Princess Lida's caste was built

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After enjoying Momma’s cooked up dinner, the kids disappeared into the office and entertained themselves shifting through reflective memory pictures.

Momma porch sat, memorized and relaxed, observing Princess Lida’s castle, displaying colorful lights way off in the distance.

“Poppa,” she called, “what day is it?”

Walking out, coffee mug defending the philanthropist, an answer rendered, “July 6th, Momma.”

“Well, Princess Lida’s Father must think it is festive time, look,”

“Wow, we now have a nightly patriotic skyline,”

“Such a wise investment, you made, building the castle when they were losing hope,”

“I still remember that evening having ice cream,” Poppa thought back, “like it was yesterday.”

Very grateful, finding a roof over his head, King Mind, the exile leader did not know where tomorrow’s bed would be but for this moment, his daughter, Lida, slept quietly.

“Where are you going?” A question from the small motel room bathroom, “your royal highness.”

“My dear gypsy whose sees fortune,” he stopped abruptly, “out for a walk, do you need anything?”

Smiling, Queen Daugas, his beautiful wife responded, “a nice vanilla ice cream with walnuts.”

“Be right back,”

Walking out the door the King, whose crown tarnished due to jealous resentment kept telling himself, his lifelong partner predicted a fortune future, if he rolled the dice making the rural soothsayer, a royal bride. Pursuing the investment, King Mind’s first round cards did not feature any winning combinations and needed a better presentation quickly.

Only a short distance a summer refreshment establishment handled business and he approached the counter, “can I have a cup, please?”

“Cup of what?” The Server inquired.

“A chalice filled with frozen milk cream,” King Mind clarified.

“Your royal highness,” a voice from behind introduced, “do they still not have the money, to pay your salary? So, you can transition yourself into manhood.”

“Yeah, they tell me bluntly, it’s the economy stupid, personally I think it’s my attractive love,”

Chuckling, the visiting aristocrat confessed, “you all on the other side make me laugh,”

“Why? Your bank account in truth has a balance?”

Bubbling into another friendly outburst, the affluent individual invited the royal family member to sit at the picnic table. Licking his cone King Mind’s neighbor loosened his financial belt, allowing a noble pitchfork effort into the golden plastic dish containing relief from the summer heat.

“What is bothering you? My friend,”

“I need affordable housing”

“Requesting a castle, I see,” Poppa concluded.

“Well, if you put it that way,”

After a pleasant discussion communicated with the villagers, Momma remembered, all Poppa did was wave his magical pen, then when July 6th rolled around King Mind, Queen Daugas and Princess Lida had respectable living quarters.

“I have never lost hope in you,” Momma grinned positively towards Poppa when the screen door flung open, “Princess Lida?”

“Paulie and Becky Sue wanted to know, ‘if there is dessert?’”

“Plenty of ice cream, just open the refrigerator door,” Poppa suggested.

“Princess Lida, it’s my recipe, I sold to the creamery shop where your dad likes to go,” Momma informed, making Poppa once more roar.

By Marc OBrien

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