Personal Narrative: My Time At ICC
When a customer orders rum raisin, even without looking at them, I know they are likely over the age of 70. Likewise, an orderer of cotton candy ice-cream is surely under 10. Without fail, when three generations arrive in a group, a small scuffle ensues over who will pay. Adults typically order kiddie sizes, while the children themselves broker for larges. Ice cream is the quintessential summer treat.
Serving and making ice cream at the Ice Cream Café (ICC) on Cape Cod--though definitely very hard work--has been an equally enjoyable treat for me. My time at ICC solidified countless childhood memories while providing insight on human nature and how I aspire to live.
ICC serves as a community hub--a place for celebration and memory making--filled with laughter and sticky hands. Tourists from across the globe flock to Cape Cod searching for peace, family-time, and happiness; which many discover at ICC--where each lick encompasses the ideal vacation. On a bustling Saturday evening, we serve over 3,000 cones yet still manage to accommodate everyone regardless of allergies or diets. As …show more content…
My family gathers as a unit on the worn deck, finding tranquility in one another. United, we grieve the past yet celebrate our time together, treasuring each laugh.
Cape Cod represents many things to me: my father’s home after he escaped his estranged mother at 16, the rocky shores where I spread the ashes of my grandfather, and where I watched my maternal grandmother Belle’s health deteriorate rapidly. Cape Cod kindles new relationships; my parents met on the stretching beaches where Belle introduced me to my long-lost aunt whom she put up for adoption in a bygone era. Yet most importantly, it transformed me into my unabashed self, teaching me to live
Serving and making ice cream at the Ice Cream Café (ICC) on Cape Cod--though definitely very hard work--has been an equally enjoyable treat for me. My time at ICC solidified countless childhood memories while providing insight on human nature and how I aspire to live.
ICC serves as a community hub--a place for celebration and memory making--filled with laughter and sticky hands. Tourists from across the globe flock to Cape Cod searching for peace, family-time, and happiness; which many discover at ICC--where each lick encompasses the ideal vacation. On a bustling Saturday evening, we serve over 3,000 cones yet still manage to accommodate everyone regardless of allergies or diets. As …show more content…
My family gathers as a unit on the worn deck, finding tranquility in one another. United, we grieve the past yet celebrate our time together, treasuring each laugh.
Cape Cod represents many things to me: my father’s home after he escaped his estranged mother at 16, the rocky shores where I spread the ashes of my grandfather, and where I watched my maternal grandmother Belle’s health deteriorate rapidly. Cape Cod kindles new relationships; my parents met on the stretching beaches where Belle introduced me to my long-lost aunt whom she put up for adoption in a bygone era. Yet most importantly, it transformed me into my unabashed self, teaching me to live