When I was a child and visited my grandma Nulliner, she always had cookies in the cookie jar. We would walk in, give hugs and go straight for the jar. If our visit lasted for more than an hour of two, my grandfather would walk us over to Westdale Mall (a medium size strip mall) and we would go to the Thrifty Drug store and get an ice cream, but i'm getting off track because that's different even though it's kind of the same....now where was I, oh yes...the cookie jar. When my children visited their grand parents, my parents the Nulliners, they would walk into the house, give hugs and head right for the family room refrigerator . Grandpa Nulliner always had these little juice jars waiting for them filled with tampico orange drink. Before we would leave, Granny Buns would take them to the kitchen where she had a drawer full of dum dum suckers and they would not leave til they got one. I'm pretty sure most families have a similar tradition. As for Gary's dad, grandpa Hebner, there was always plenty of Kraft Cheese Slices. Now his mother, Grandma Canell was a soda drinker and a believer in having a year supply of everything, soda included. She always had a cabinet filled with soda, canned and bottled. The ritual was the same, walk into the house, give hugs and head for the soda.
I tell this story because Gary's mother passed away a few years ago and Papa now lives alone. Up until just recently he maintained the soda cabinet. But when we made out last visit we witnessed something new. The soda cabinet has been taken over by the cat. Yes, the CAT. See for yourself.
What once held shelves of pepsi, dr. pepper, mountain dew, sprite, rootbeer, diet coke, has now become a cat food storage facilty. Too bad, so sad! There does remain a bit of soda, but just a little bit...a little tiny bit
All good things come to an end. There is no need to visit this cabinet anymore. Farewell
Thanks for the memories
p.s. papa built himself a garage for his truck...looks nice doesn't it.