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When I was young, soda "pop" wasn't something most folks had in the fridge at home. Going to visit the John Deere dealership my Dad owned always meant that he would give us each a dime to buy ice cold bottles of Orange Crush from the pop machine. Yes, they were only ten cents a bottle way back then, and one of the sweet memories of times gone by.
 
Four years ago this week, Papa Bear and I travelled to San Antonio where we met up with my Dad, his girlfriend, and my own two children to share a wonderful few days enjoying the sights of the city. I knew as we parted that I wouldn't likely see him again, but we were crushed when he passed over into the spirit world just two months later.  
 
Tonight I'm thinking about my dad and toasting his memory with an ice cold Orange Crush as I look at this picture of him enjoying himself so much in San Antonio, knowing that his remaining time on earth was very short. 
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22 comments:

  1. This is a great memory. You are blessed to have had a dad in your life, and to have sweet memories like this. Truly.

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    1. So very true Annie! Dad might not have showed his love in conventional ways, but we knew for certain we were loved. He mellowed with age, maybe I will too! :-)

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  2. A lovely memory indeed. Sounds like you had a great dad. I know you miss him.

    Have a blessed day honey. Big hugs. ♥♥♥

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    1. Indeed I was blessed to have the Dad I did, Sandee, much of what I am I learned from him.

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  3. This is a beautiful piece. Thanks for sharing your wonderful memories with us. ♥

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    1. Thank you Dana, the older we get the more we hold these memories close to our hearts!

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  4. The simplest memories are often the best. Touching post.

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    1. So very true, Joe, it's funny the things that stick with us through the years, isn't it?!

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  5. I so love it when you take little slices of your own personal life and write about them. Fond memories like this are absolutely priceless. Thank you for sharing. Love and hugs!! xo

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    1. Thank You Val! I have kind of drifted away from sharing bits of my life here, I enjoy it and need to do more!

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  6. Funny how the littlest happy things become the things we remember best. While I know what I remember, I am often curious about what my kids will remember when they are full-grown adults and I'm an old bitty.

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    1. The thing that always amazes me Christine, is that our kids will remember events as far more wonderful than we saw them through our adult eyes. The Halloween costumes I made for them are classic memories they remind me of now, Easter treasure hunts with silly clues, etc. It's not the big things, or high-dollar gifts or vacations, its the little acts that say most loudly "I love you!"

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  7. How special that your last time with him was so wonderful.

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    1. My children and I were really blessed in that, Mimi, we remember my Dad and how much he enjoyed himself that weekend. My Dad didn't smile all that often as I was growing up, and it was delightful to see the genuine pleasure on his face!

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  8. Great memory of time spent with your dad!

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    1. The very best memories of last days shared, Terri! I realize how unusual that is, a special gift from God that brings great comfort and peace to my heart!

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  9. Ahhh, the things that trigger memories. Wonderful.

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    1. It's funny, the things we remember, isn't it Gail? As I drank those icy cold bottles of "pop" (as we called it in the Midwest), I never dreamed that one day I would look back on that simple pleasure with such nostalgia.

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  10. I still have the very worn leather pouch my dad kept his pipe and cherry tobacco in. After 40 years, the aroma is still there.

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    1. Mmmm, pipe tobacco smells wonderful, Lotta Joy, and even moreso when it's tied up with memories close to the heart!

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  11. A very nice picture of your old father, and a fine memory of drinking soda pop as a young girl. I too remember my first adventures with such beverages… they were pioneers of the modern marketplace.

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    1. Thank you, Shimon! We really thought we were something special when we got to indulge in drinks from the pop machine! It didn't happen often. Today's children would be far healthier if that was still the case, with such sugary beverages being reserved for special treats instead of daily fare.

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