"Good morning. Zundel's Appliance Store," I would say as I answered the phone. It was my first job.
And, every Friday, I would stop at the little corner grocery store to cash my modest check.
I would take the earnings in cash, except I would buy one Hostess Lemon Fruit Pie. Oh, how I loved those little things.
Today, I saw a lemon fruit pie in Wal*Mart. It evoked such memories of:
my first job,
my first paychecks,
life in the early 60's,
innocence,
youth,
a feeling of pride and independence.
I'm sure when I take a bite of this pie, it won't be nearly as good as it was all those years ago. Back then, I didn't worry about calories, fat grams, sugar or carbs. I just enjoyed the taste and feeling of having earned it myself.
So, here's to fond memories!
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