Mom’s ice cream recipe churns up star-spangled memoriesSubscriber Exclusive

When I was a girl, Fourth of July meant a huge family picnic at my Great-aunt Georgia’s house on Grand Place, a block west of Grand Avenue above Vancouver’s Old City Cemetery. We’d set up a slew of lawn chairs in her postage-stamp front yard, where, as the sunburnt day cooled into dusky evening, we’d have a pretty good view of the fireworks at Fort Vancouver.