“Ice Cream Luncheon” (Short Story) The Haunted Wordsmith Non-Fiction Challenge

Hello, All!  Hope you are all doing well today.  I missed quite a few prompts and a lot of reading yesterday… So, guess what I’m doing now?  LOL!

The wonderful Teresa, of “The Haunted Wordsmith”  Non-Fiction Challenge is as follows: Today’s prompt: Ice Cream Memories

I had been working for a company that dealt with rehabilitation and radiology equipment for nearly seven years in the accounts payable department.  (This was when I was living in Shirley, New York.  

This company was one of two companies that I truly loved working for because it was more or less like being on a TV sitcom.  All the characters were the same, but the day to day was always different and a majority of the time we were always laughing.  It was a job I looked forward to going to.

Due to the length of time, I was with the company, we all knew each other more so than our families because of the time spent together.  We were there during weddings, births, deaths, and birthdays.  I especially had an amazing bond with my boss, Elizabeth.  To this day, I miss her wit and comical force.  We knew how to be a boss/employee at work, but outside of work, we had developed a great friendship.

I should be fair, we were all very close-knit, and I loved these people!

It was shortly after the horrendous attack of 9/11, that my husband and I had split up.  The entire group of them were there for me every step of the way.  They had all kept me as busy as possible to avoid melting down.  

I made several trips back and forth to New Jersey to visit my family over the couple of years that followed my divorce.  But, it was in mid-August of 2003, my niece was born.  And, it was over the Winter of 2004, that I experienced a flood in my basement apartment.  I needed to make a decision… That decision was to move back to be closer to my family in order to be closer to my niece and help out where needed.  I sincerely thought it was the best move for me, but years later… That proved to be a sad mistake.

I had given my company not two weeks notice but more like two months notice.  I had a lot of responsibilities, some of which no one even knew how to do themselves.  So, needless to say, I thought it only fair to stay on until everyone was trained, including my replacement.

During this period of training everyone, I was thrown so many “Good-bye” parties.  Luncheons, and Dinners.  But one party stood out the most.  An Ice Cream Luncheon held by the companies accounts payable/receivable departments.

Every topping imaginable, and at least a minimum of six different flavors of ice cream.  It was my last and final day of working for a company I considered home to me.  That last party lasted a good portion of that afternoon, and we all ended up feeling rather ill from consuming so much ice cream, but it was so worth all the fun! 

Heck, if I hadn’t divorced, I planned on retiring from that company.  There was plenty of laughter, and tears that day, mostly between my boss, Elizabeth and I.  Heck, saying good-bye to all my friends was so heart wrenching. 

Honestly, after everything that has happened with my family over the years since I moved back to New Jersey, I find leaving there was one of my biggest regrets.  They were more of a family to me than mine could have ever been.  But, it happened.  Can’t turn back the hands of time, but I at least have such wonderful memories of that whole place of characters.

Thank you, for reading!


BC 2019




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      1. It is always such a confusing job, finding pictures when everything is in digital format. Remember good old days when we had albums and photos we could hold in our hand or put on the walls!

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