Wednesday, April 13, 2011
My Coca Cola Memories
When thinking of America, certain images often come to mind. Fireworks, apple pie, French fries and Coca Cola. Coca Cola has been a part of America’s great history. Many people have many fond images of Coke. Whether with friends or family gatherings, that red and white label is probably the most recognizable label in our country.
When I saw that SocialMoms and Coca-Cola teamed up to introduce a new blogging program encouraging bloggers to share a classic family recipe or fond family memory inspired by memories of Coca-Cola and mealtime, one memory immediately came to mind.
It is a rather silly memory, but one I will never forget, nor will my friend, Tracy, of 41 years. We were just little girls, maybe 6 years old. As most six year old girls, we loved to play dress up. Her mother, Mrs. Moore, used to plan little tea parties with us. Naturally, we didn’t care for tea so Coca Cola was on the menu. Coca Cola was rarely served in either of our households, so this was a very special treat for us.
My memory is not always the greatest, but this memory is as lucid as can be. Mrs. Moore had helped us to dress up. Back in those days, we weren’t as fortunate as my children, who have a box of dress up clothes. Instead, we had to improvise. Of course, we were going to be princesses and attend a tea, so we needed formal gowns. I remember Mrs. Moore pinning large pink towels around us for our beautiful capes and gowns. Everything was all smiles.
I can still see the kitchen and the little nook that had a booth in it. I loved sitting in that booth. I had never seen such a thing in any other house. Anyway, sitting in the booth, sipping our Coca Cola “tea,” we would have the best time. I remember how we would laugh and play, but the best memories are the times we would laugh so hard that Coca Cola would come out of our noses! Now, mind you, that really isn’t the most pleasant thing to experience, but it just made us laugh even harder.
Even as I write this, there is a huge smile all over my face just remembering the fun we had at our little Coca Cola Tea parties. I know Tracy remembers them well, as we reminisce about them from time to time. And, I am sure if I called Mrs. Moore, she would begin laughing at the memories of our grand Coke parties as well. Thanks, Coca Cola, for the memories!
Disclosure: I wrote this blog post while participating in the SocialMoms and Coca-Cola® blogging program. If I am one of the first 100 blogs received by SocialsMoms, I will receive a $25 gift card. For more information on the program, click here.