Today I decided to buy myself a Mr. Big Chocolate bar, When I got home, I sat down and opened the bar and took a bite. Instantly I had a beautiful flashback of when I was younger, hanging out with my Grandfather.
Grandpa used to work for the Van Houtte Coffee Company, he would deliver to all the Grain elevators in a radius distance from his house. When it was possible, I would be allowed to join him. I cherished those days because it was just me and him for the entire day without any interruptions from other people.
We would wake up at the crack of dawn, and take the bottles of water, and brown bag packed food that grandma would prepare for us, and we would set off. Driving down those Saskatchewan roads we would talk the day away, it always began with me talking a mile a minute telling him all about my life adventures. Then after I was finished Grandpa would ask questions about it, he would teach me ways to do my adventures better.
He would tell me about the old country Czech Republic, and Slovakia or Czechoslovakia to him. He would also tell me about any cairn that we passed along the road, and I would the history of it.
Sometime throughout the day we would have to stop for gas, and once the tank was full we walked into the gas station to pay, he would give me a mischievous side eye and grin then reach down and pick up a Mr. Big chocolate bar and put it on the counter. Once we were back in the van he would break the bar in half and let me choose the half I wanted, then before we took a bite he would give me that same mischievous side eye and grin and say “ now Sarina do not tell your grandma, you hear me” once I nodded we would take a bite of the bar.
This was not a one time deal, this would happen every time we would spend the day on the road delivering coffee to the grain elevators.
Isn’t it crazy how getting something so simple as a treat would throw you back into a surprise lovely memory.
Last Friday marked 6 years since I lost my Grandfather, and it has only been a couple years since I lost my grandmother, I think about and miss him every single day. As I am sitting here eating this bar, I have a mischievous grin and a little giggle thinking that neither of us ever told grandma about getting a chocolate bar all those times. It was and forever will be our little secret.
Lovely memory Sarina.
It made me smile thinking of you chatting nonstop and cherishing that time with your grandpa. Two peas in a pod, eh?
Oh I bet with you seeing me grow up you also have had the experience of this !