Traveling with dad
I stopped off this morning to grab a convenience store cappuccino - an indulgence I have to partake in occasionally even while I'm pregnant. The man behind me in line had a package of pinwheel cinnamon rolls that triggered a memory in my head. My dad would "find" things like this when we would stop off at gas stations.
He would pick up a whole package of cinnamon rolls, which would ride in the truck for a few days after that if the farm cat didn't get in the truck to treat themselves, or pork rinds, or a package of orange slices or whatever might be 2 for $1. I probably didn't pay much attention back then but it cracks me up now.
What was most interesting to me this morning is that seeing that package triggered such a memory. A package of cinnamon rolls made me think of my daddy and specifically trips with him, most often with a load of cattle or hogs. It's funny how our heads and hearts can be triggered by the littlest things, but perhaps these are the things that we hold closest.
He would pick up a whole package of cinnamon rolls, which would ride in the truck for a few days after that if the farm cat didn't get in the truck to treat themselves, or pork rinds, or a package of orange slices or whatever might be 2 for $1. I probably didn't pay much attention back then but it cracks me up now.
What was most interesting to me this morning is that seeing that package triggered such a memory. A package of cinnamon rolls made me think of my daddy and specifically trips with him, most often with a load of cattle or hogs. It's funny how our heads and hearts can be triggered by the littlest things, but perhaps these are the things that we hold closest.
posted by MJ at
12:56 PM
5 Comments:
You make me cry every time. I remember the trips to cattle shows like that with dad and often the peanuts we would stock pile in our coats after leaving the elevator or livestock feed store. However, my best memory will always be of dad finding a way to drive 15 extra miles one way after we consolidated in 8th grade each morning to take me to school because he "could use a trip to Sloan's" the local John Deere store. Every morning I wondered if he might be too busy, but rarely did he miss a day. Thank goodness for those trips.
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Anonymous, At
9:50 AM
So sweet. I miss my dad, too. Must be part of being a woman, we'll always be "daddy's girl"...
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badger girl, At
5:34 PM
It's funny; my Dad was always a sucker for those pinwheel cinnamon rolls, too. Whenever we'd leave at daybreak for a horse show, I knew we'd have those for "breakfast" on the way there. You really do write beautifully. You have a way of telling a story that really makes it hit home. And makes me miss my Dad =)
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Anonymous, At
12:12 PM
What a wonderful memory-inducing story. With my dad Pecan Sandies and milk come to mind. With my grandma it's the smell of coffee - she always had a pot perking on the stove. You're right - it's the small things that make our hearts smile as we remember those we hold near and dear.
Eileen
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Eileen, At
7:53 PM
I never write but I will never forget trips to Dubuque and to the bakery for some type of treat, the kids still know he will pick up something when they go with him. Just wait little Todd will know when to ask for treats just like Devin.
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4:59 PM
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