I've been hooked on "Long Island Medium" lately. I find myself being somewhat of a skeptic, but yet I am still fascinated. I've read articles that say it's all hooey, but still, there are so many things that Theresa Caputo couldn't possibly know that she tells her clients in session. Some of these revelations make me think about my parents and this brings back memories. I've written about many of them in this blog. Hit the archives and check them out.
When I was a kid my parents always did their grocery shopping on Fridays and brought my sister and I with them. We never had a babysitter...well...just once my Aunts and Grandmother babysat us. I think it was my Mom not wanting to impose upon people that made it just that one time.
My Dad begrudgingly took my Mom until I got my driver's license and a car. My Dad would sit in the car and wait while my Mom shopped. He did that so he could chain smoke and listen to really awful old people music on the radio. Needless to say, my sister and tagged along with Mom in the store. My Mom always had a list. After shopping was done, we hit a fast food restaurant, either Sandy's or Burger Chef and got food to go. During Lent, it was always fish sandwiches. After the groceries were put away (which seems amazing fast compared to how long it takes my kids to help put away the groceries) we devoured our take-out treat. Growing up, that was our only outside food, other than the occasional pizza my Dad got from Wanda's or the fish-fry from the Shamrock Inn. My Mom was a stay at home Mom and she cooked for us. One night a week we got this treat.
When the grocery taxi became my duty. Sure my Mom made it worth my while and filled my gas tank, even though the grocery store was less than 5 miles from our house, but I was an 18 year old and Friday nights all I wanted to do was chill out after work and then hit the bars with my friends later in the evening (WI drinking age was 18 back then).
Looking back, it was extra time spent with my Mom, usually one on one time because my sister didn't want to join us. It was a time where I heard more about her recipes and occasionally a few stories about her relatives. I got to ask questions without getting shushed because Columbo was on the boob tube. My Mom's been gone now 28 years. It's hard to believe it's been that long. I miss her dearly and I appreciate that one on one time so much more as I look back.
Lola's Diner ©2008-2012
1 comment:
I remember Burger Chef (and Jeff).
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