I can remember a time growing up when each weekend I would jump in the car with my dad and head to his mothers. We would make that drive each weekend as I see now to return to my dad’s roots. I have very fond memories about that part of my life. There was a little caboose that was transformed into the little hamburger joint. They had the best .25 burgers. Yes I said .25. They were more like sliders but my dad would buy me 4-5 at a time.
Well today I took my daughter and we went to visit my mom. I wish my mother would live closer then she does. We do however make the trip to see her. She is about an hour from my house.
On the way this weekend I told my daughter that we were going to pick her up some flowers. This is a pictures of the flowers we picked up for mom.
