My daddy loved peaches. On many summer Sunday afternoons we would have a treat to break the hot pre-air-conditioning scorching heat. Sometimes it was cold watermelon–those old watermelons that my mother and grandmother Donie treasured for their thick rind. “You just can’t make good preserves out of these new fangled thin rind melons” I can still hear them recite every time we cut into one of those good old thick rind melons. Some hot Saturday afternoons, we made a trip to the Whing-Dink, for a chocolate dipped cone. But for my dad the greatest treat of all was “ho-made” fresh peach ice cream.