I’d rather be showing you a photo of our little band of entrepreneurs, on that July day back in 1969, but we were in so much trouble that no one thought to grab a camera. I was just glad no one grabbed a switch, truth be told.
The night before, we had watched men walking on the moon! I was 11, Bucky was 9, and Monty was going on 6. And the next day, wanting very badly to do something to celebrate, we set up a lemonade stand at Mar Mar and Granddaddy’s house on Maple Avenue. Let me remember: Of course, Melissa was in on it, but I think Reidy Nichols was there, too. (Grown-ups all thought Reidy was so sweet and quiet. Ha! She taught us the song about “the place in France where the nekked people dance, but the men don’t care ’cause they smoke their underwear.”)
What does a lemonade stand have to do with men walking on the moon? We named it Home-Made Moon-Maid Lemonade and Kool-Aid! And we made space helmets and Dick Tracy Moon Maid antennae out of tin foil! And we gave away cups of lemonade and Kool-Aid for free! Because it was a party! In those days, people pulled their cars over to children’s lemonade stands, so we happily gave away a lot!
And when Mar Mar saw we’d used all of her sugar, all of her lemons, all of her Kool-Aid mix, all of her Dixie cups, and worst, all of her tin foil…well, let’s just say she was a party pooper.
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Oh Lord….I can see Aunt Ginny’s face….
Caroline, I had to scratch my head for a minute! I’m so used to being “Aunt Ginny” that I had to remember that my Mar Mar is your Aunt Ginny! Smiling!