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Another first at Farrell’s

There were few traditions in my childhood home.

One I cherished was birthdays at an ice cream shop called Farrell’s, where they’d serenade me with drums, singing and a free sundae.

I celebrated my first birthday there in Oregon.

My oldest son, Li’l D, celebrated his first birthday at a Farrell’s in SoCal.

Yesterday my youngest son celebrated his first birthday at another Farrell’s in SoCal.

The location has changed each time, but the location’s unimportant.

What’s important is how we’re together, bound in time, space, tradition … and love.

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  1. April 2, 2015 at 8:41 am

    I remember going there when I was a kid.

    They sold this massive sundae called The Zoo that two people carried out on what looked like a stretcher. One time they ran through the restaurant, outside, around the Photomat kiosk, and back in to our table. Good times.

    Glad you posted this, really brought back some great memories ๐Ÿ™‚

    • April 2, 2015 at 11:43 am

      My older son wanted something like The Zoo … but then could barely get through his sundae! I never had problems finding a little more room.;)

  2. NotAPunkRocker
    April 2, 2015 at 8:47 am

    Very cool (no pun intended)! ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. April 2, 2015 at 8:48 am

    What a great tradition! Anything involving massive quantities of ice cream is good with me. And massive quantities of love. ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. April 2, 2015 at 10:27 am

    i grew up celebrating in the same place i remember the huge “pig troft” lol

  5. Deb
    April 2, 2015 at 11:18 am

    What a great tradition! I think we had Farrell’s in Washington, or something very close to it.

    • April 2, 2015 at 11:50 am

      They used to be nationwide! They are expanding within SoCal again, so I am hopeful that might someday be the case again!

  6. April 2, 2015 at 12:21 pm

    Family traditions are wonderful aren’t they? Perhaps the longest lasting birthday tradition here is that the birthday boy (or girl) gets to choose dinner for the evening. And there are no rules about what can be chosen…

  7. April 2, 2015 at 9:55 pm

    Farrells started in Portland, OR. The guy who started it lives in Washington.

  8. April 3, 2015 at 5:58 pm

    Maybe I’m dense, but I had no idea it was a chain! I loved going to Farrell’s for ice cream parties, and I STILL refer to that corner as the Farrell’s corner when giving directions in Eugene. Old habits die hard, I guess! I’m so glad you have this family tradition. It sounds beautiful.

  9. April 4, 2015 at 6:24 am

    I remember Farrell’s. Growing up in Seattle, it was a special place for special occasions. What a wonderful tradition. Love the pictures tying you all together in a very special way.

  10. April 5, 2015 at 3:42 am

    There was a Farrell’s in Kennewick, once upon a very long time ago, in the Columbia Center Mall. No longer. (Not to mention the mall rather lost all charm it once had, by degrees over the years since then. It used to have cobblestone pathways with fountains that didn’t look cookie-cutter.)

  11. April 6, 2015 at 5:07 pm

    lol seriously sweet! pun intended ๐Ÿ˜‰

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