Photo: fakeginger, Flickr
Hot days, white cotton dresses, ice cream, and strawberries are forever laced in my memory of childhood summers, when I'd go with my grandmother to her church's ice-cream social. And when I spotted blogger fakeginger's strawberry-cheesecake ice cream, it got me thinking: Whatever happened to the ice-cream social, that vaguely Victorian ritual of summer?
Turns out, socials are happening all over the country, with neighbors in Lansing, Michigan, and Minneapolis, Minnesota; with volunteers from Goldman Sachs serving up the cold stuff at a center for the blind; even in Manhattan, where you might expect the ice-cream to be mixed with a rum chaser. Artist David Robbins spent 15 years setting up and chronicling ice-cream socials, in videos and essays. Ice-cream still has the power to pull people together.
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