I remember the trip to the mountain more than the mountain itself.
Once a year, my brother and I are awakened at the ungodly hour of 5 a.m. We stumble in the back seat of the 4-door Pontiac with pillows and blanket and sleep off and on for the next two and a half hours. But I only doze. The excitement of what is ahead is too stimulating for sleep.
And yes, finally! My dad, driver of our annual camp-in-the-mountains adventure, stops at a place we never go any other day of the year. A place that sells — donuts.
This is a time before Dunkin’ Donuts or Honey Dew or any coffee/breakfast chain. This is a dive – yes, we drive to the donut dive – in which our parents never let Chuck or me enter. I never question why. I just wipe the sleep from my eyes and wait with great anticipation.
Dad sinks back down in the driver’s seat with a pack of cigarettes for him (cheaper here, he claims) and four donuts: one for each of us. Glazed. Chocolate. Sugared. Fresh. More delicious than paradise.
We have at least five more hours to our destination – a beautiful mountainous campground in the middle of nowhere-Vermont.
But I don’t care. I bite daintily into my sugary fluffy donut.
Carefully.
Five minutes later, I take my second bite.
A half hour later, I slowly lick the last of the sugar from my fingers.
And smile.
Best. Vacation. Yet.
Nice mountain tour .
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A slowly savoured sugary treat
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I don’t think I could eat a donut so slowly now! Thanks, Derrick. 🙂
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Anonymous is Derrick
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Oooh I savored that donut with you. A beautiful vicarious journey. Thanks for taking me along. Lovely post.
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I’ll admit, it was fun to go back to those childhood vacations. Shows how special something like a donut is, when the treat is only allowed once a year! 😉
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I know. Delayed gratification… a thing of the past in our microwave McDonald’s Amazon world
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Staying with my grandmother and grandfather and going to the movies and getting a creme de mint parfait after.
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Bernadette – YES! My first creme de mint parfait was when I was 12 and the entire family drove to Niagra Falls. We dined at a “fancy” restaurant (in my mind) and I fell in love with that parfait. You and I have such a similar experience. Plus, you show us how special grandparent time can be.
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wonderful memory!
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I never eat donuts now (!!) but I’m beginning to wonder why not…? 🙂
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What a “sweet” memory, Pam. I have fond memories of visiting my Mamaw in West Virginia. Upon our arrival she’d always have a homemade German Chocolate Cake waiting for us. To this day, I’ve never tasted one better than hers. xo
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That sounds sooooo good, Jill. And reaffirms for me why it’s important that I make homemade cookies for my Grands. 🙂 Must have been a beautiful ride to West Virginia, but as kids, what’s more important is the treat waiting for us. ❤
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NOW I need to go get some donuts!! As the oldest of five, there was no annual vacation for all. Luckily I headed off for a month at Girl Scout camp for four summers!
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“Back then,” going on a family trip was a big deal, and not possible for many. I’m glad you had those Girl Scout camps to look forward to. Great experience.
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How could you not remember such a wonderful memory? And however did you manage to stretch out eating that treat for an hour? It’s funny, we would go up to my grandmother’s for many weekends a year (a mere two-hour drive) but when Mom was feeling in the mood, she’d stop at Thompson’s, just before the bridge that started in Ontario and ended in Quebec and buy us a bag of chips with an orange Crush. The youngest sister would eat slowly, then squish the bottom part so there “were more”, the middle sister, gobble hers down in no time flat, then bug the youngest for more of hers! I probably ate mine at a good pace as well. They were the best-tasting chips ever.
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GREAT memory, Dale, and a great way to figure out each sister’s personality — by the way she ate/savored/or devoured her chips. Ha. Your youngest sister who squished them so there would be more – wow, industrious! For me, having a donut was such a rare occurrence that I just didn’t want it to end. Cheers to our memories, where food never tasted better – because we were kids creating those memories. ❤
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Thank you, Pam. No kidding! Drawing out the good stuff for as long as we can.
Cheers to our memories! 💞
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What a great memory. Are you still like donuts?
Keep well and have a happy weekend
The Fab Four of Cley
🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Great question, and sadly, donuts do not thrill me anymore. Maybe because there are “Dunkin’ Donuts” in every corner of New England, it seems, and they are not lovingly made in a Donut Dive. 🙂
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There’s a mini-chain in Philadelphia called Federal Donuts. It’s run and owned by people who also own upscale restaurants. FD sells donuts and fried chicken, not exactly health-conscious fare!
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Yum! I used to live near Philly, but no mini-donut chain back then. Philadelphia has upped its city ‘game’ since I was a kid, for sure. Now I’m hunkering for fried chicken and a donut. 🙂
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Hmmmm…I’ll be cliche and say Disney, because just seeing my very stick up their butts parents hopping with glee down Main Street was worth everything
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Well YES I love your memory. For a kid to finally see their parents unwind and act more like kids — priceless.
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Oooh, I enjoyed that donut with you. Surprisingly, my Dad did the same -we always stopped at a Dunkin Donut (so ubiquitous in New England) but we were not allowed to go in. He knew what we liked. Such fun memories!
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Cheers to you and your donut memories! We lived in NJ, and no Dunkin Donuts there. Interesting that both of our dads didn’t let us go in the donut shop. Maybe they thought we’d whine for more. 🙂
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What a great memory, Pam. That’s what vacations are all about, right? Making memories and doing the things we don’t do during the rest of the year.
I think my favorite memory is visiting my great-grandparents in Tampa, FL, with my parents. Thanks for prodding me to take the time this morning to remember some cherished times. xo
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I’m happy that my little vacation memory brought yours to mind. Isn’t it wonderful how ‘going back in time’ when a child with special grandparents (and even great-grandparents!) can give us a shiver of delight?
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It is wonderful, indeed. ❤
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Such a fun, sweet memory, Pam.
We have special donuts we always buy to eat on Hanukkah. They’re not special Hanukkah donuts, that’s just the only time we get them.
From my view as a parent, rather than child, when we used to take our kids to Ocean City, NJ every summer, every night, we’d stop at the same soft ice cream stand and get our kids ice cream cones–with sprinkles. 😊
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I think I stopped there with MY kids – that same soft serve ice cream stand. Swirled choc and vanilla, for us. SO many wonderful memories for me as a kid at OCNJ, and as a parent taking my kids there, and now as a grandparent playing with my grandkids there. A special place that makes special memories. xo
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I think you go later in the summer, but if you were ever there in June, we might have crossed paths! 😊
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Best childhood vacation memory…the annual family trip to Rehoboth Beach DE. We always went in July, where an escape to a slightly cooler environment with a large body of adjacent water was truly welcome relief. Mini-golf, soft serve ice cream. Awesome.
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Awesome indeed. I lived in DE for about six years, and Rehoboth is definitely a special place for Delawareans. As a child my parents took us to the south Jersey beach (since we lived in NJ at the time). Wherever – can’t beat soft serve ice cream and mini-golf. And body surfing too of course. 🙂
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I’ve never heard of a Donut Dive before. I wanna do a deep donut dive of discovery on this topic.
On another note, is this a work of fiction, or do you actually have a bottomless well of self control that allows you the ability to take half an hour to eat a single donut?
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I was a self-disciplined child, Mike, which shouldn’t surprise you. My story here is absolutely true. But I only got a donut a year…!! I needed it to last as long as humanly possible.
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I believe one donut a year is the textbook definition of child neglect.
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What a lovely post, Pam. It’s great how the simplest little things can create such special memories. It brought back similar memories for me… trips to Vermont in the back seat with our pillows and blankets, the parents smoking (ugh), and the sense of excitement. When we arrived at our cabin, the first thing we kids did was jump in the lake, fully clothed. Lol. Year after year. Thanks for sharing your donut… now I want one. 🙂
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What similar memories we have, Diana! The parents smoking in the car (ugh, ugh but was the way it was), driving to Vermont (11 hours for us, coming from southern NJ). I wonder if we were both at the same Vermont campground. Ours was by a lake also – where I learned to canoe. And catch toads. Our tent was pulled up on a platform, but there were also cabins on site. Hmmm, I choose to think we were both there as kids, learning the joy of Nature.
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That was before Rte 89 was built. We used to drive over the floating bridge and get candy bars (not fresh donuts) at the general store. Those road trips make awesome memories.
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I remember the candy bars!! ZERO!!! 🙂
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Ha haha. I was wondering if you did. That dates right back to those road trips. 🙂
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How fun Pam! A donut would last me about 5 seconds! My best memories are driving down to Jeckyl Island in Georgia for beach vacations. It was a lightly developed private island with many sand dollars and other treasures to find along the beach.
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Sweet beach memories, Brad. I’ve heard of Jeckyl Island – a special place. And I can imagine you as a young boy, searching for those sand dollars. Thank you – your memory is a treasure.
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Beautiful, Pam. This brought back memories of opening day trout season in NJ when I was very young. My Dad took me out to a diner for eggs and hash browns on the way to the river. We never went out for breakfast except on opening day
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I love that my child vacation memory triggered your fishy memory, Bob. (Hey, had to put in a pun there, just for the halibut). 🙂 Diner eggs and hash browns are the best – particularly when it only happens on special occasions.
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A toss-up between playing in the ocean and eating fried chicken at HoJo.
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Wow – what a comparison of joys – the ocean or friend chicken. Don’t you love how children think? I must say, when I hear HoJo’s, I think of the friend clam roll, not friend chicken. But I bet they both tasted about the same. 🙂
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I never liked clams, too chewy, but fried chicken… yummo!
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I love donuts. More than cookies. Sigh.
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Haha. And hopefully you have a sweet Donut Dive not too far from you, Jacqui.
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I absolutely love cookies lol compared to donuts.
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I just love this. Growing up, almost everything we ate, we produced on the farm. Mom baked bread, cakes, cookies etc. So a real treat was bought cookies. One day dad took a load of wheat to town and got much more for it than he thought he would, so he bought each of us a package of chocolate cream puffs. Heaven! My two brothers ate theirs that day and had stomach aches!. I, like you, savoured those precious balls of dark chocolate-covered marshmallows with a cookie bottom. My package lasted a week. A great memory.
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I laughed (and cringed a bit) that “bought cookies” were the treat. What a difference now, when so few parents have time to make home-baked treats. I can TASTE those chocolate cream puffs. Another example, Darlene, that those of us who didn’t have much appreciated the treats we got SO much more than the many kids now that are given everything.
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So true! I would never eat chocolate cream puffs now but what a treat they were at the time.
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Yummmm, I can taste it myself!
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It was so good that I don’t eat donuts now, Elizabeth. None could match that delicious long-lasting car-ride donut. 🙂
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Great memories, Pamela. I enjoyed that donut too
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Good to the last drop, John. Or should I say, the last sprinkle of sugar. 🙂
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So true.
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Hi Pam, what a lovely memory. I don’t believe I’ve ever eaten a doughnut in my whole life. I’ve never eaten McDonald’s either. My favourite memory is getting a rag doll for Christmas when I was about 8 years old. I still have her.
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So sweet. I can visualize that special rag doll, Robbie. I got one for Christmas as well, about the same age as you were. Loved that doll, and wish I still had her. You’re lucky. And you haven’t missed anything by not getting a McDonald’s burger. But never having a donut? Ummm, I think that’s something you should put on your bucket list. 🙂
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Yummy! Fun memory and great Father’s Day post! My favorite childhood memory was going for a ride in the country with my family and getting ice cream cones along the way — always got rainbow sherbet.
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There’s something about driving in a car with family that brings on good memories of so many, Patricia. Particularly if those drives lead to food, expressively, sweets. 🙂 I used to love rainbow sherbet but haven’t seen it around in a long time. I wonder if there is still such a thing?
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Any destination with donuts somewhere in there is a great trip! How does one eat a fantastic donut taking so long?–this is either super self control or else “sibling torture!” “Discovery”, a coffee haven a block from me, carries Yonni’s, the best donuts in the City. . .AND that takes great self-control not to step daily through the Discovery’s door . . . . 🙂
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See? You have self-control also, if you don’t get a donut-a-day at Yonni’s. I’m glad I don’t have that temptation nearby. We have a Dunkin’ Donuts not far away, but I never stop there. I liked the Donut Dive., but I’m sure as a kid I hyped it up more than I would now.
Yes, I think you’re right, sibling torture may have gone along with me taking such a looooonnnggg time to finish that donut. 🙂
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What a fun memory! Did you ever find out more about the donut dive?
I remember waking up in the far back of the station wagon, still in my pajamas. That was my nest, before car seats and seat belts. Our special treats came from Stuckey’s, a chain of shops with gasoline and a little sandwich shop and ice cream – my favorite choice. My mom got a pecan roll which is overly sweet nougat in a hotdog shape with pecans embedded on the outside. That thing would be sliced into thin strips and last the rest of the trip up to Michigan. I remember it being something of a game, watching for the Stuckey’s red roof and begging dad to stop.
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YES, I used to sit way back in our station wagon too, with a book. But my parents always had to stop because I got so motion sick. Then they ‘made’ me just sit in the regular back seat. And Stuckey’s! We had none near where we lived, but on one looonnnggg trip from NJ to FL, we discovered Stuckeys and I begged every time we passed one to STOP there, please! 🙂 Fun to read how you and I had similar experiences. My grandkids can’t believe my parents drove me to places without a seat belt. Oh, how times have changed.
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My brothers were older and larger than me. Other than sitting three across, I had to sit in the way back. There was no seat back there, just suitcases, coolers and me. Amazing that we had such similar experiences. We went to NJ every other year, though I think sometimes via Michigan. My other grandparents lived in Teaneck. So you went to Stuckey’s, how about NIckerson Farms? It was more of a restaurant than Stuckey’s so we didn’t go there as often, but they had a window to a working beehive in the lobby area that fascinated me. That’s also where I was introduced to ranch dressing, lol.
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No, never heard of NIckerson Farms. But my parents were “drive until you drop” kind of vacationers, so the only way we got to even stop at Stuckeys was when my brother and I swore we’d pee in our pants if they didn’t STOP NOW!! :-_)
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That sounds like me with a dessert, Pam. Small bites and savoring each bite.
Hugs on the wing.
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I’m glad I have a fellow slow-dessert-eater, Teagan. Makes sense (to us) to make it last as looonnnggg as possible.
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I really enjoyed this. For me, it’s not that unique, but I used to love the chocolate butternut donuts at Dunkin Donuts back in the day when they focused more on donuts than coffee. What a treat. It was so delicious. These days I have celiac, so no more donuts unless gluten free. 🍩
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But those donut memories of yours will last a lifetime. I happen to think the memories are sweeter than the real thing, these days. 🙂 Thanks so much for sharing here. ❤
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Having the donuts be the best part of the trip can only be a child’s pov. That’s when donuts were the best.
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For sure, Anneli. We adults rarely even allow ourselves to indulge in something like a donut anymore, much less when we’re driving somewhere. Think of the sugar all over our clothes! :-0 Ah, to be a kid again. 🙂
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I never liked being sticky, even as a kid. I still liked having fun, but eating something sticky, I’d need to be able to wash it off, so I probably missed out on a lot of the fun.
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Smiling. My guy is just like you, and even as a kid wouldn’t go on the sand. Too “sticky.” 🙂
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I think I like him!
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That was spectacular – half an hour to eat a donut as a child!? If there would have been competitions for that, you would win as slowest treat eater!
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To be honest, I have won the ‘slowest eater’ award in my family. And they find it very annoying, because when we go out to a restaurant, I’m still only halfway through while their plates are being cleared. Sigh. I like savoring!
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And that’s why at a respectable restaurant (in Belgium anyway), they don’t clear the plates until everyone at the table is finished! 🙂
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Nothing reminds me of our family camping trips more than root beer floats. First thing after we got our tent set up, we would walk over to the campground’s store/cafe and each order one. My husband and I drove through Yosemite a few years ago and I had to stop for a root beer float. It brought back wonderful memories.
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Yummm, root beer floats! We used to drive our kids to Yosemite every fall and stayed in the Camp Curry (very rustic) cabin, but sadly, never found your root beer float store/cafe. Hmmm, wish I’d known about it – my guy and I just visited Yosemite this past fall. No camping this time, and the Ahwahnee had no root beer floats. 🙂 Must try again.
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I think you’ve hit on the critical elements of the experience. When it only happens once a year, we’re more likely to be observant and savor each moment. The actual event becomes less important when we know it can also happen tomorrow.
I had a flashback to going out on an annual bird count with my dad. I have an appreciation for nature, but Dad was obsessed. What made it special was it was something we shared once a year at the crack of dawn. Riding in the car when it was still dark and sipping some hot broth on a cold spring day made it all the more special.
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You write of your time with your dad, as a kid, birdwatching so lovingly and with such sweetness, Peter. THIS Is what it’s all about – parenting, teaching, spending precious time with our children. Thanks for sharing your memory. Now I’m off to read more about you in Sally’s post. 🙂
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Oh wow, Pam! You made the donut last, and you licked the last drop of the donut! What a beautiful memory! The donut was better than the mountain!!
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I’m ashamed to say that yes, the donut was more exciting than the mountain. :-0 Ack, what’s that say about me?? 🙂
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I think donut was good, Pam. My husband used to like donuts a lot. I have a proof when he ate a donut bigger than his face. It was from a donut shop in Portland, famous for that. He doesn’t touch sugar or bread for health reason. 😂
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Oh, Pam, you are made of better stuff than I. That donut would be gone if I’d had one. I was always an addict to sugary things when I could get them. We didn’t vacation, we transferred. Not fun in any stretch of the word. But I do remember twice being left with my Oma and Opa for a week and managed enjoy myself though things were still quite sparse. My Oma made a treat of egg white whipped with a little bit of suger. I loved it. They had children’s books for me to read as well.
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Your memories of your grandparents are why grandparents get special wings in heaven. ❤ The treat of "egg white whipped with sugar" sounds like what I make for the grandkids – called "Forgotten Cookies." (After whipping the egg whites and adding sugar – and some chocolate chips – they're dolloped and put in the oven to "forget" about for 12 hours). And the fact that your Oma and Opa had children's books for you – priceless and worth any vacation.
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It was another world then. Books were priceless to me already at that age but in my native language, beyond priceless.
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Reading the comments, it’s clear that many favorite memories are food-centric! Mine too.
Peppermint Stick Ice Cream at HoJo’s; Italian Ice at riverfront concerts in Red Bank; picnics “on the hill” in Vermont; my grandmother’s home-baked cookies (pilfered from the pantry); sipping a Shirley Temple during the adults’ Happy Hour; “sugar on snow” at the first snowfall; shared quarts of fried clams at the Clam Hut in Kennebunkport ~> YUM!
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Seriously – the HoJo’s peppermint ice cream sundae (with hot fudge) was my favorite bar none. I’m ashamed to admit this continued throughout college, where a HoJo’s was near the campus. I love reading all of your childhood food memories. Yes, we kids loved our food! 🙂 And now my grandkids are thrilled when they can order a “Shirley Temple,” even though they have no idea who Shirley Temple is.
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What a sweet vacation, Pam, and savoring to the last bite. That’s the best way! I don’t eat donuts anymore, but they are sinfully delicious, aren’t they? I may just have to indulge soon. 🙂
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I avoid donut shops as an adult also. For some reason, they make my stomach go sour. So opposite from when I was a kid. ;-0 Thanks for joining in here. xo
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I am wondering if anyone else in your car nibbled their donuts in ecstasy for so long. Or was it just you? I am thinking of my worst vacation memory. It involved throwing up almost every morning before driving off in our station wagon. Sorry, Pam. This was probably not an appropriate memory in the middle of such a lovely donut post.
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I was the only one who ate her donut slowly savoring, savoring, savoring. My brother ate his so fast he forgot he had a donut five minutes later. 🙂
Unfortunately, I have the same memories of being car sick every single vacation. But not before we drove off (I wonder, were you nervous?). Mine happened an hour in. Ugh.
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I don’t remember being nervous–but who knows? Maybe the nervous system was just unsettled about the whole traveling thing even though I loved traveling? Can’t remember exactly when it happened–right away or a bit later. Sorry to hear you were sick too.
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It really is the simple things that make life worth living. When I was a child, there was a donut shop by my grandparent’s house that sold the BEST donuts, and even when I was older and visited my grandparents, I made a point of going to the shop to buy some. All these years later, that shop has closed, BUT it’s sister shop is still open a few blocks away. And I still stop by there regularly, to get a piece of my childhood…….
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How wonderful to still be able to buy (in donuts) “a piece of your childhood,” Ann. That’s worth the sugar and calories. 🙂
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Your dad takes you there only once a year. Super anticipation. And you cleverly and with great self-control make the donut last as long as you can. No wonder it tasted so good. Plus, it became a tradition. Traditions always makes the event better.
I can’t compete with your donut story. I have lots of lovely childhood memories, but nothing in particular stand out. Camping was fun. We always went with a couple other families with kids, and the kids went off exploring the area while the moms cooked over the campfire and the put up the tents and sat around talking. Then there were all the memories of staying with my grandparents. Our grandma always had so many wonderful things for us to do.
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Camping itself was fun but even at 10 I wasn’t into the bugs… and dirt. Your experience sounds great. I wasn’t able to stay with grandparents when I was young so I love building memories with my own grandkids now. You give me hope that they will have great memories many years after I am gone.
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Interesting enough… one of my favorite childhood memories involves snow. As much as I despise the stuff nowadays, I remember anticipating snow days with bated breath as we waited for our county to scroll across the bottom of the screen along with the report of how many inches we world get. Then we would watch it fall praying for enough to go sledding. We would bundle up in long johns, sweaters, 3 pairs of socks, coats and scarfs and go to the big hills at the country club and sled down that hill laughing and giggling until we were worn out. We warmed our hands over the big bond fires as we drank hot chocolate from a thermos. Fun memories…. ❄️⛄️🛷
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Delightful wintry memories! Somehow snow is not as cold and wet when we’re young. 😁 ❄️
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lol – I’m glad to see you have your priorities right! That said, I have to admit that for me, it’s hot, jam filled donuts. Yum. 🙂
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Raising my hand. Me, please!! 😀🍩
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-grin- Here ‘ya go! Enjoy. 🙂
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Isn’t that great? Simple pleasures when today every child is presented with everything they could wish for, all the time. Reminds me of 60 years ago when, as a city child, I’d stay for weeks on end with relatives in the west of Ireland. Things like a trip to the well or leading a donkey down a lane were priceless.
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Exactly, Roy. I hope the cycle turns again because right now parents think giving their kids more and more is love but it’s the opposite. I like thinking of you leading a donkey down the lane. Sweet memory.
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Pam, I love your sentence more delicious than paradise. I do not eat donuts often but when I do they must be very fresh and have jam inside. Best childhood memory? There are so many but one that is sticking out right now is with my friend, Lucie, riding our bikes to the local swimming pool and on the way home stopping by this store that sold penny candy. We stood for so long trying to decide how to spend our Nickle. I often bought these small bags of chips, which were really only crumbs!
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I’m a jelly donut lover too! ‘Bout once a year. 😁 I relate to your swimming pool memory- they have the best snack bars! 🧡
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I love this, Pam. What a treat (aka Paradise), headed to your Vermont vacation spot.
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I’ve never been there since I was about 13 years old. Hopefully it’s still pristine and paradisical as it was back then. 💓
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Fingers crossed!
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Hello beautiful view, and delicious donuts, hug PEACE ⚖️⚕️🕯️🕊️, remembering those who are gone.
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Yes! Thank you. 🙏
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Oh, boy – can I relate! That jammed in the car at 5 a.m.! In summer, we were off to the shore, sometimes in Jersey or sometimes the ones Beach West End in LI. All so we could leave when the beach got crowded around 2. Or … in the winter? Up to Bear Mountain for the first session of ice skating. Thanks for stirring up those wonderful memories!!
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The “Jersey shore” – ohhhh, so many memories! I’ll go for the sun and sand instead of the ice and skates, but love that this story brought childhood memories to you. xo
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I adore donuts too!! Love your description!
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Thanks Ellie! I now allow myself about one jelly doughnut a year. And I still eat it slowly. May you enjoy a donut soon and raise a donut toast to me. 🙂
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Sounds good! 😀
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There is still so much donut-less drive left! I hope the donut sustained you.
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Amazingly, miraculously, it did. Proof that little can mean soooo much. Thanks, Norah. ❤
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Wonderful childhood memories. Eating a doughnut so slowly and carefully for a child is impressive indeed.
That is one thing I remember from my visit to the States – all those doughnuts – the biggest variety I have ever seen
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A little disconcerting that Americans like their donuts so much! A little should go a long way if we don’t want our waistlines to expand. 😏
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I can smell those donuts from days gone by. Simply magical!!
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Isn’t it wonderful how long-ago smells can be be remembered in our present brain? Now that’s pretty special!
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Donuts 😂
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A beautiful road trip to Jaipur, the pink city is one of my favourite childhood vacation memories. The comfy bed in a hotel that we owned and a delicious breakfast made up my day:) Pam, those donuts look yummy! I bet you didn’t finish them all in one bite did u? 😅
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What a beautiful city, and I love pink! Thank you for sharing your memory. Food does seem to go along with childhood memories, too, as with your delicious breakfast.
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Wow…. That must be a record for the longest time to eat a donut lol… You certainly savoured every morsel and sugary bite..
We hold some great memories of our childhood holidays, even though mine were few and far between..
My eating memories on holiday were of going to the coast, and eating shell fish and prawns, for the first time… I remember being scared of these tiny pink prawns no bigger than your thumb, with black dot eyes with numerous legs and spidery things lol… Until my Dad showed me how to de-leg them peel off the shell and and eat them. 🙂
Thanks for evoking that memory Pam. Lots more good ones flooded in with it… ❤ ❤ ❤
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That is not a “tiny” memory, Sue. (Get it, not shrimp-sized memory? :-)) Isn’t it wonderful, what childhood memories we hold inside us? Shrimp are pretty scary looking, until we shell them and eat them (for me, also dipping them in cocktail sauce). Thanks for sharing your memory.
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Lol funny Pam… And yes we hold many memories, thank YOU for unlocking that particular one… Much love and Enjoy your week.. ❤
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My favorite memories are of traveling and having chocolate 🥰 in doing both right now actually! A trip to glacier National park & Yellowstone. 31 hours of driving one way! Loved your descriptions and the little story 🥰
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In my world, I’d say you know exactly the right way to travel! 🙂 Have a terrific trip.
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Thank you!!
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Nice sharing
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That’s really a awesome vacation 💙
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😶
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This is so awesome,how we remember the small pieces of memories from our childhood so clearly ✨🌹
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Thanks! I hadn’t remembered this until the prompt of ‘a childhood memory’ and suddenly I smelled a donut. 🙂 Hope you have wonderful memories from when you were a child.
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This is amazing how little things remind us of something 💞✨Yeah, I do have and also making memories as I’m a teen because I guess it is also considered as Childhood 😅
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Teenage years are a FABULOUS time to make memories. 🙂
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