Sunday Drives
Today is Sunday. When I was younger my parents used to take us , my sister and me, on Sunday drives. It was the one day my parents weren't working or going to classes. Every Sunday we all pile into the car and just drive. My father's favorite destination was the Berkeley Marina and Aquatic Park. He loved being near the peacefulness of the water and fishing. Most of the time we didn't fish though. My mom didn't care for fishing too much. So we would drive around. During those days they had dips around the park and marina so every few feet or so you would see a sign that would say "Dip". Those were my favorite parts of the road. My dad would always make a funny face and make me laugh when we got to the dips.
I miss Sunday drives and the time spent with my parents back then. It was our special family time. The only time during the week when they weren't so busy working and trying to make ends meet for us. We would usually end up going to lunch at Spengers which wasn't too far from the marina. We would get the shrimp plates with shrimp, fries, bread, butter and little slices of lemon. It was my favorite lunch back then. Usually the portions were so big we would have enough for a snack later. The days when you got more for your money or at the very least your money's worth. Next we would sometimes go to foster freeze for ice cream. My sister and I would get vanilla cones. Every so often our parents would let us get the banana splits. But we had to split the banana splits. They were huge back then. The lady making them would give us two cherries so we would have to argue about who got the cherry.
One day I have to take my son there for a cone. Ironically, we don't live too far from there now but the only time we went was about 5-6 years ago with my mom and when she and I saw the prices of everything my mom almost fainted. Yep, it had been a very long time since she glimpsed a menu there. Needless to say we got cones anyway. Smaller and more expensive cones but cones nonetheless.
Josh was too little to remember. He's was too little to remember his first milkshake at Barney's too. I love those milkshakes and turkey burgers. We used to live in walking distance of there when he was 2.
My memories of Sundays are Sunday drives with my parents. Since we don't exactly have a car for Sunday drives for us he will probably remember Sunday walks which are just as fun.
I miss Sunday drives and the time spent with my parents back then. It was our special family time. The only time during the week when they weren't so busy working and trying to make ends meet for us. We would usually end up going to lunch at Spengers which wasn't too far from the marina. We would get the shrimp plates with shrimp, fries, bread, butter and little slices of lemon. It was my favorite lunch back then. Usually the portions were so big we would have enough for a snack later. The days when you got more for your money or at the very least your money's worth. Next we would sometimes go to foster freeze for ice cream. My sister and I would get vanilla cones. Every so often our parents would let us get the banana splits. But we had to split the banana splits. They were huge back then. The lady making them would give us two cherries so we would have to argue about who got the cherry.
One day I have to take my son there for a cone. Ironically, we don't live too far from there now but the only time we went was about 5-6 years ago with my mom and when she and I saw the prices of everything my mom almost fainted. Yep, it had been a very long time since she glimpsed a menu there. Needless to say we got cones anyway. Smaller and more expensive cones but cones nonetheless.
Josh was too little to remember. He's was too little to remember his first milkshake at Barney's too. I love those milkshakes and turkey burgers. We used to live in walking distance of there when he was 2.
My memories of Sundays are Sunday drives with my parents. Since we don't exactly have a car for Sunday drives for us he will probably remember Sunday walks which are just as fun.
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