Jolly Joe, The Ice Cream Man Drawing

Awhile back, I had posted a story about the ice cream man from my past.  I had written the story for a children’s writing class and when I did this, memories came flooding back to me.  It made me want to search Jolly Joe and see if I could find out who he was and his past or something.  I could find nothing on the man.

I wanted to be able to give this story to him or his family to let them know that he was indeed a special man and many people remembered him (just look at my post on him). I recently painted this picture of what I could remember how the truck looked with the bell and asked a local paper if they would put this in the paper with hope of finding someone that knew him, hopefully even a family member.  It should be in the Warwick Beacon soon.  Hopefully this brings me to someone…anyone that knew him.

But for now, here is the picture of Jolly Joe. Enjoy!

Jolly Joe The Ice Cream Man

 

I had put it in a format for submitting t children’s book publishers, but had no illustrations to go with it.

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Charlotte and Friends Welcome Fall- A Drawing

I’m just posting an illustration of some characters I made up for  children’s book or greeting card series.  It is a primitive rag doll named Charlotte, with her two friends.  They are her trusting, Scottish terrier (another primitive icon) Toby; and Gunther,  the goose (primitive icon again). Gunther is the sidekick, comical one, who always seems to get into mischief. Toby just kind of sits quietly by and is usually on the receiving end of Gunther’s antics.  Like the straight guy. Charlotte is the  guiding, mother figure and keeps the two in line.

I must say, I have much fun drawing  these pictures and making them have all kinds of neat adventures together.  I just can’t seem to find the right way to market them, I guess.  I have an illustrated story I have done with them, but haven’t put it out there as yet.  I am thinking maybe cute greeting cards or along that line.  But for now, I’ll just see where it takes me. I do have another post about the book I wrote awhile back.

Anyway, for now, I am posting this picture to celebrate Fall, and I will post more to follow.  This will force me to continue to draw this trio and maybe come up with a  marketing idea as I go along.  It can’t hurt, right? Here it is:

 

Charlotte and Friends Welcome Fall

Jolly Joe, The Ice Cream Man (via Cherylmcnulty’s Blog)

I am noticing that this post on this story (which I hope to get published soon) seems to be the most popular on my blog. I am bringing it back to the front page of my blog to see what kind of views this could generate again. This has proven to be very interesting and has given me a little more encouragement on my end to seeing it in book form someday. Thank you all. 🙂

I am writing this in my blog to see what people think.  This is a story I wrote from my childhood, which stands out in my memory as clear as it happened yesterday, but in fact it was 40 years ago.  I wanted to reflect the images and the way I remember the way the days felt back then.  I'm sure if you grew up in the 60's, you can relate to this story.  This is one is on it's way to a publisher as we speak. I can really picture this story as a chil … Read More

via Cherylmcnulty's Blog

Jolly Joe, The Ice Cream Man

I am writing this in my blog to see what people think.  This is a story I wrote from my childhood, which stands out in my memory as clear as it happened yesterday, but in fact it was 40 years ago.  I wanted to reflect the images and the way I remember the way the days felt back then.  I’m sure if you grew up in the 60’s, you can relate to this story.  This is one is on it’s way to a publisher as we speak. I can really picture this story as a children’s picture book.  I hope you like it.  Enjoy. 🙂  Cheryl

JOLLY JOE, THE ICE CREAM MAN

The nickel mom gave me was clenched tight in my sweaty, left fist.  It wasn’t going anywhere, at least not yet.

I sat patiently on the curb in front of my house, drawing pictures on the roasting pavement with rocks.  It was something to do while I waited-waited for the sweet sound of the ice cream man.

Those summer mornings of long ago always dawned hazy and cool, but by noontime, turned sunny and sizzling.  Cicadas droned their long, lonely songs promising another day of uncomfortable weather; while dogs laid lifeless, panting heavily in the shade.

Since it was too hot to play, the neighborhood children sat quietly in their wading pools, played board games or just read books.  It seemed the whole neighborhood was sleeping.

Suddenly we heard it!

“Clang!”   “Clang!”   “Clang!”

Oh, that  marvelous sound!

“Clang!”   “Clang!”   “Clang!”

The ice cream man was coming and his bell broke through the still, dank air like shattering  glass!  The red and white truck gleamed as it rounded the corner of our street.

“Clang!”   “Clang!”  “Clang!”

His bell beckoned every child and the neighborhood sprang back to life again.  It was like magic!

His name was Jolly Joe and he was always on time, half-past noon. He wasn’t your ordinary ice cream man, and he didn’t drive an ordinary ice cream truck.Unlike the larger, square trucks today, Jolly Joe’s truck was small, and all of it’s corners were rounded.  Vibrant stickers of assorted, frosty ice cream treats were strewn across it’s sides,  seeming so real and tasty, our mouths watered in anticipation.

The back of his truck was made of smooth, shiny aluminum and had small, compartment doors cut into it.  Each door had it’s own lever, but had nothing to reveal the treasure it held deep inside.  I’ll never know just how he did it, but he always knew which door to open for each child’s special selection.

Clutching my nickel tight, I’d run to the back of the truck where a small group of children were quickly gathering. Jolly Joe jumped out and walked toward us.  The sun glistened upon his greased, jet black hair.  He was an older man with a pleasant face and a welcoming smile.  He was short, round,  and yes, very jolly.  He knew us all by name and knew all of our favorite ice cream treats.

There were chocolate nut cones, ice cream sandwiches and assorted ice pops in every flavor.  Strawberry Shortcakes, Chocolate Eclairs and Cherry Bombs to name just a few.

Then there was my favorite ice cream of all -the Buried Treasure!  It was called the Buried Treasure because you had to eat all the raspberry ice cream to discover the “treasure” deep inside.  An imprint on the plastic stick!  It might be a lion, a dog, or even a funny clown.  Whatever it was, it was well worth the wait!

The money belt Jolly Joe wore around his middle made a merry “chink”, chink” sound as he collected coins or just made change.  Small puffs of freezer smoke escaped each compartment door as he opened them one by one.

Then it was finally my turn!  He dug his arm deep inside the frigid compartment up to his shoulder.  He’d pause for a moment, and a puzzled look would cross his face.  Then quick as a flash, he had it!  My Buried Treasure!  I couldn’t wait to taste the cool, sweetness sliding down my parched throat.

I managed a muffled “thank you”, as he tousled my damp hair.

Choices were made.  Money was exchanged.  Then as quickly as it had begun, it was soon over.  It was time for Jolly Joe to go.

He climbed back into his cab and waved us off.  Excited, sticky-faced, children were everywhere, playing and laughing again.

“Bye!” they all called back.  Then the merry bell rang again.

“Clang!”  “Clang!”  Clang!”

Over and over it rang, until it slowly faded in the distance.

How I hated to see him go, because then I knew it would just be another long, hot and boring day again. But I knew the next day he’d be back again.  I’d clutch my nickel tight and run, and it would be magic all over again.

THE END

How I remember Jolly Joe

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Grandma’s House…It’s Heaven!/ A Poem

 

The front of Grandma's House

Well, I never made it for Thursday’s Poet Rally , but I’m posting this anyway.

This was a poem I wrote for My Mother-In-Law’s birthday a very long while ago.  We all had to write a poem about what made her so special to us.  I just thought about what my kids would have written if they had to do this, so it was from a child’s point of view.  As you read ,  you’ll see there are many reasons why she was, and still is, so special. Even though she has changed her address (not 57 Don anymore),and has slowed down her pace a little bit, she still holds her own.  Everyone still likes to go visit Grandma’s House!

Here Goes:

             Grandma’s House…It’s Heaven!

*Someone once asked me if I believed there’s a heaven.

I replied that I did, “It’s at Don, 57!”

That’s the street and the house where my grandmother stays,

where she sews and she bakes and weaves love through her days.

And what would you find at my grandmother’s house?

Well, I’ll just name a few:

First, there’s that huge pool out back and Papa’s barbecue!

Then there’s the deck where we dry off and snack, we can’t forget that, too!

There’s a large playroom down cellar and a swing set outside!

In the garage, there’s a go-kart, where we take turns for a ride.

And Grandma’s kitchen holds smells of all her baking and cooking,

but it seems she must do this when no one is looking!

There’s always chocolate chip cookies and brownies, homemade!

Drinks of coffee milk, soda and iced lemonade!

There’s roast turkey and pork chops, hot dogs and fries,

ice cream and cakes, assorted pudding and pies!

Even Dad’s never seen a steak THAT size!

For snacks, she keeps a great, big shelf , and I always want to help  myself!

There’s gumdrops and chocolate bars, potato chips, too!

Corn curls and lollipops and gum to chew!

You can even take some home with you!

You’ll see fancy quilts and cloth dolls, and Grandma’s sewn every stitch!

If she sold all her treasures, I’m sure she’d be rich!

There’s plush chairs and pretty towels, lots of linen and lace…

“Hey, isn’t that chocolate on Kelsey’s face?”

There’s magazines, newspapers and books Grandma’s read.

Plenty of band-aids for boo-boos and kind words said.

Then holidays are always great, as Grandma loves to decorate.

She puts colored eggs out for Easter, and leaves out for Fall.

At Christmas, there’s gold-ribboned  wreaths on the wall.

I just don’t know how she does it all!

Now, there’s a roast in the oven and turkey soup in the pot.

Take a plate, stand in line, while supper’s still hot!

Grab a chair, sit on down, relax, take it slow.

Because at Grandma’s, it’s heaven on earth, don’t you know!

                            The End 

Now after reading this, it sounds like it would make a great children’s picture book!  I think I may just try this!

Hope you liked it, and I bet it sounded like a Grandma you know, too! 🙂

Charlotte and Friends – Another Page

 

Charlotte and Friends

 

Here is another page from the picture book I created titled “Charlotte and Friends Picnic ABC”.  This is a rhyming abc book containing 3 friends packing a picnic basket for their special

outing.  I  plan on sending this out to another publisher again, soon.  I just thought it would be interesting to show you.

This is Charlotte (rag doll), Gunther (goose), and Toby (Scottish Terrier) and this is for the letter “F”.  I feel like Sesame Street!  Hope you like it.:)

An Idea For A Children’s Book

This is also something that I have been planning for awhile.  I have  always wanted to write and illustrate several children’s books.

Some of the ideas were generated just from a series of drawings I had done.  One series was called “Charlotte and Friends”.  

“Charlotte and Friends” was a series of greeting cards I had done that had 3 characters.  It was a country theme which included Charlotte, a motherly primitive rag doll,Gunther, the comical country goose, and Toby, the loyal scottish terrier.  I have a whole book completed titled “Charlotte and Friends Picnic ABC”.  It goes through the alphabet as they pack goodies away in a basket for a picnic.  I have only sent it to one publisher so far, but they sent it back with a rejection letter.  So….it’s off to another publisher.  Try,try again!

Here is the introduction page picture…  🙂

Charlotte And Friends