LA changes evoke call for simpler time
I have been out of town and just now read the July 18 Town Crier. The “Peek into the Past” photo of Clint’s Ice Cream parlor with the ice cream cone on top brought back memories.
My father, who was a lath and plaster contractor at the time, helped build the cone. My first-ever “date” took place at Clint’s for a peppermint ice cream cone. I was in the eighth grade at St. Nicholas School, which was located on Rosita Avenue back then. In 1957, my husband Dave’s Colt League baseball team went to Clint’s after each baseball game. Things were simpler then, as Jerry Clements alludes to in his column in the same issue (“Deteriorating community”).