While going through my old photo albums searching for band pictures from high school for my upcoming band reunion I came across a note sent to me from my junior high school 7-th grade boyfriend, Robert.
I barely remember his last name or even what he looked like.
What a romantic, huh? LOL! It was folded in the traditional school note format where we cornered the edge into a fold. Too funny. Why I kept it all these years – I have no idea. Now it’s timeless history that I can’t throw away.
School days…. I bet today’s kids don’t ever write notes to each other. Remember how much fun it was passing them down the row hoping the teacher wouldn’t see you? Or writing them, folding the note and slipping into the locker through the vents?
This morning while walking the dogs I came across a flower sticking through a brick wall that took me back in time a few decades.
I don’t know what this flower is but I remember it growing along the fence at the daycare center my mom took my brother and me. It was located at the hospital where she worked as an emergency room nurse. The smell of the flower is distinct. The small buds blossom into a variety of colors. And they attract bees. I remember the daycare play yard located right next to the hospital and alongside a railroad track. The yard was made of mulch and smelled like sawdust. There were several huge tires we played in plus a sandbox with very gritty sand and a swing set. I was around 4 – 6 years old. Isn’t it funny how this flood of memories comes back just by seeing a flower?
The rest of the photos are some other flowers we found today on our walk:
A wall of azaleas in full bloom.
I think these are pansies.
This bed lines an entire block – it really is beautiful in person.
And I proudly display the one LONE flower in my yard.
I was involved in an impromptu conversation this week about brand loyalty. Someone brought up Coca Cola and couldn’t understand why that brand has such a huge following. And not just a huge following but very passionate, too. The company has nearly 4-Million fans on Facebook!
Coca Cola has been in my life since childhood. The refreshing soft drink was often used as a reward to say “good job”. If we got good grades in school or did something extraordinary my mom would take my brother and me to McDonald’s to get us a “Coke” and French fries. Or she’d let us have a Coke with our dinner on special occasions. My teachers did it, too. I remember in 4th grade I won a contest in my classroom and the teacher walked me down to the teacher’s lounge and rewarded me with an ice-cold Coca Cola from the soda machine. I was on top of the world. You have to remember, school was much stricter back then – no students were allowed to have any kind of soft drink. Only milk and water were available in the lunchroom. But that day I was lucky enough to have a Coca-Cola.
I also remember saving my pennies and begging my mom to let me and my best friend ride our bikes up to the convenience store to buy a Coke. We were often told no, but when we did get a yes – it was cloud nine for us!
In high school, Coke was in the vending machines. And we drank a lot of it because it was finally available to us without our parent’s permission. Freedom to drink soft drinks. Freedom to have a Coke whenever we wanted. It was all good. Coke was also prominent at all the high school football games. Coca Cola was everywhere in my childhood.
And adding to those memories, how could we ever forget one of the most memorable commercials of our time. Who doesn’t think of Coca Cola whenever they hear “I’d like to teach the world to sing”?
That is why there is such brand loyalty for Coca Cola. I have an emotional connection with Coke. It’s part of my life, part of my history.
Over the years, I’ve drank them all – Coke, Tab, Diet Coke, Coke Zero and overseas – Coke Light.
My refrigerator today may be filled with Diet Dr. Pepper, but my heart is with Coca Cola.
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Coca Cola has been in my life since childhood. The refreshing soft drink was often used as a reward to say “good job”. If we got good grades in school or did something extraordinary my mom would take my brother and me to McDonald’s to get us a “Coke” and French fries. Or she’d let us have a Coke with our dinner on special occasions. My teachers did it, too. I remember in 4th grade I won a contest in my classroom and the teacher walked me down to the teacher’s lounge and rewarded me with an ice-cold Coca Cola from the soda machine. I was on top of the world. You have to remember, school was much stricter back then – no students were allowed to have any kind of soft drink. Only milk and water were available in the lunchroom. But that day I was lucky enough to have a Coca-Cola.
