Day 208 CJSM

Day 208

 

 

Sparta Pizza-Hut buffet and

Buchheit’s with the little girls.

 

 

Our little girls and Z. Tyler, too, have always been “cultured” beyond their years.

 When Z. was 4 years old, Lady Candice and I took him on a cruise. He walked into the ship’s dining room like he owned the place, took his seat after holding the chair FOR Nanny and ordered from the menu as “Fortes”, our Spanish waiter read the offerings to him. I well remember that Fortes said, “This is strawberry soup…” and the little man’s eyes lit up as he could have survived on fruit but the enthusiasm faded as the waiter continued, “…served cold.”

Z. Tyler wrinkled his nose and said, “I don’t believe I’ll have any of that.”

Our little girls learned to eat with dining utensils from very early on; Lauren and Anna Marie had little spoons with rounded handles to slip their fingers through and they “pushed” it through the food to load the bowl and then politely ate; Miss Lexi followed their lead. Such delights!

These children displayed manners far beyond their tender years; adults I know could learn.

We took a lot of “day”-trips with the children their first six years; we ate out a lot.

Sparta was one of their favorite haunts. We would shop at the local Wal-Mart and then dine at the Pizza Hut across the highway; then we would go to the farm supply store, Buchheit’s where the girls garnered, over the years, a nice molded collection of horses and farm animals.

The Pizza Hut had a buffet and the kids delighted in its varied offerings. What a treat!

As was the case with Mr. Z. Tyler when he traveled with Lady Candy and myself, very often patrons would approach our table and compliment the children on their polite manners. Wow!

Our Miss Lauren was only two and a half when she first went to Buchheit’s. A few months later, we took another day-trip to Sparta coming into the little berg from the south end; she had only been there one time and we had arrived from the south.

A half mile before we could even see the city limit sign, Lauren pointed and said, “Buchheit!”

I was absolutely floored---what a sense of direction…for a two year old! Wow!

 I confess: I am not deserving---but…this rebel, rascal, rogue, recalcitrant n’er-do-well has been exceedingly blessed! Amen! I have done nothing to deserve such Love but I am not complaining---like the old adage says…don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Amen! Again.

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Precious-treasures” Memories!