AA memerories
Posted: March 3rd, 2011, 7:36 am
Last weekend my two youngest grandsons John 8 and Luke 6 as usual came to check on paps truck. They wanted to hear stories about my dad and pap when we used the AA on the farm so we cracked open some HI-C drink boxes and sat in the garage forthe bed t some stories. My mind went back to a simpler time over a half century ago when my pap had his huckster route. I told them how we loaded that old truck every Thursday for our weekly trip to the city about 40 miles round trip. Sacks of potatoes,cabbage,beans,broccoli,
caltiflower,and whatever was in season. we started early on our trip around 6:00 am to make our rounds to mom and pop stores and households in the smokey steel town. I was the runner helping to carry the orders to the customers doors and collecting their orders for the next week. At the end of the day Pap and I would always stop at Coney Island Lunch. Ican still hear him say "how many do you think you can eat boy" refering to their hot dogs that were 20cents each or 3 for 50cents. About 3 I'd say and he'd get order "a bucks worth and 2 cokes". What a treat for a hillbilly farm kid! On the ride home he would always practice singing the hymns for Sunday church Pap was the choir director and had a wonderful tenor voice. I rarely stayed awake the whole ride home. What great memerories of growing up. I wish I had pictures of him and I and the truck at work but all I can do is share these great times in words. I have alot more to share if you guys want hear them.
Radar
caltiflower,and whatever was in season. we started early on our trip around 6:00 am to make our rounds to mom and pop stores and households in the smokey steel town. I was the runner helping to carry the orders to the customers doors and collecting their orders for the next week. At the end of the day Pap and I would always stop at Coney Island Lunch. Ican still hear him say "how many do you think you can eat boy" refering to their hot dogs that were 20cents each or 3 for 50cents. About 3 I'd say and he'd get order "a bucks worth and 2 cokes". What a treat for a hillbilly farm kid! On the ride home he would always practice singing the hymns for Sunday church Pap was the choir director and had a wonderful tenor voice. I rarely stayed awake the whole ride home. What great memerories of growing up. I wish I had pictures of him and I and the truck at work but all I can do is share these great times in words. I have alot more to share if you guys want hear them.
Radar