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Our favorite place to go was Mr. Emmett Hill’s Texaco Service
Station. There were always several pulpwood or log trucks around to
contend with. The log trucks then weren't the big 18 wheel monsters
we have on the roads today. At the time they were mighty big to
little kid. About the only thing we bought from him was the biggest
ice cream cone anywhere, although we did get gas or have some auto
repairs done there occasionally. When dipping it up they would pack
it down into the cone, all the way to the bottom. Once when getting
our cones, he had someone different doing the dipping, he just put a
couple scoops on top of the cone. I went outside to get in the car it
fell off, I was not happy. When I went back inside and told Mr. Hill,
he said he would dip one up for me that I wouldn't loose. He dipped
it "right" and I didn't loose it, except what melted and dripped down
my arms. Oh the fun of eating an old fashioned ice cream cone! We
always looked forward to our trips to Fargo to get groceries or farm
animal feed. There we could count on a special treat in the warmer
months. Well, in Winter's warmer days we would probably go for a
cone, that was the main treat we could count on during a trip to
Fargo. Even with our tight budget, most of the time we could count on
there being about fifty cents extra for each to have a cone. A
nickels worth was a feast, but a dimes worth could not be eaten
before it melted.

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