Ice cream on the 4th (late 1970s)

When we first moved to Seattle, my mom was part of an acting group which staged amateur productions. A great group of people they were. Anyway, one 4th of July a group of them, with me and my brother as the tag-along kids (don't remember any other young 'uns in the group) walked from someone's house near Green Lake down to the lake to watch the fireworks. (Yes, this was before they moved to Lake Onion.) Someone had an old-fashioned wooden ice-cream maker, and a couple of the men carried it along on poles. We ate the ice cream at the lake. Strawberry it was, not normally my favorite, but fresh berries made this pure bliss!

I had some sparklers, which I was having a great old time with, that is, until I accidentally burned someone near us, and they got mad. Oops!