Father's Day & Q-Mart
When I said I was going to post every day, what I MEANT to say was every weekday. I will only write on the weekends when the mood strikes me and this morning it did.
Happy Father's Day.
Thinking about my father, Joseph (Jerry) Morton Spivak, 12/9/28-10/5/84. We all miss him very much, especially my daughter Katie, his first grandchild, who he never met. She thinks about Jerry and Sally quite often. I was just getting to really know him when he died, I often feel his presence when I drive through certain areas. He was a child of the depression and was eternally careful with money because of it, although as he became wealthy he did enjoy the things and experiences that became available to him, especially his world famous sewn in pants crease. I need to start putting pictures in my blog, I have some great ones of dad.
As I sometimes do on Sunday morning, I think about dad and I decide to head up to Q-Mart in Quakertown. Quakertown is the gateway and closest shopping to where we lived in Durham Township in the far Northeast corner of Bucks County from 1972 to 1982. We moved there from Monterrey County (Pebble Beach, Big Sur) California where we had lived for a year and a half, and had moved there from the Rittenhouse Park area of Philly. Arriving in Bucks County was this wild family of 6, soon to be 7. Vegetarians, rock & roll promoter/restaurateur dad, hippie chick eastern religion seeking mom, 420 friendly, Jewish heritage, coming to an area with a majority of German ancestors who had farmed since settling there, and thought I might be an American Indian because I often wore my hair in a braid that went halfway down my back. Culture shock?
Perhaps the quintessential experience that made us aware that we were no longer in California was Q-Mart. This place actually used to scare me. It seemed like the people were characters descended from the Grapes of Wrath families I was reading about at the time. It was very funky and not appealing to me then.
Fast forward to the 21st century and it is called the Quakertown Farmer's Market. I love this place now, a combination of 120 indoor, permanent vendors and 400 outdoor flea market vendors. It's a great place to buy almost anything really cheap. If you haven't been there, check it out. I'll be there at 10a when it opens, meet me there this morning and I'll buy you a $1 pair of sunglasses!
Website: http://www.quakertownfarmersmkt.com/
What's all this have to do with catering? Nothing, but it's my blog. I hope you all have a great Father's Day.
Love & Harmony
Happy Father's Day.
Thinking about my father, Joseph (Jerry) Morton Spivak, 12/9/28-10/5/84. We all miss him very much, especially my daughter Katie, his first grandchild, who he never met. She thinks about Jerry and Sally quite often. I was just getting to really know him when he died, I often feel his presence when I drive through certain areas. He was a child of the depression and was eternally careful with money because of it, although as he became wealthy he did enjoy the things and experiences that became available to him, especially his world famous sewn in pants crease. I need to start putting pictures in my blog, I have some great ones of dad.
As I sometimes do on Sunday morning, I think about dad and I decide to head up to Q-Mart in Quakertown. Quakertown is the gateway and closest shopping to where we lived in Durham Township in the far Northeast corner of Bucks County from 1972 to 1982. We moved there from Monterrey County (Pebble Beach, Big Sur) California where we had lived for a year and a half, and had moved there from the Rittenhouse Park area of Philly. Arriving in Bucks County was this wild family of 6, soon to be 7. Vegetarians, rock & roll promoter/restaurateur dad, hippie chick eastern religion seeking mom, 420 friendly, Jewish heritage, coming to an area with a majority of German ancestors who had farmed since settling there, and thought I might be an American Indian because I often wore my hair in a braid that went halfway down my back. Culture shock?
Perhaps the quintessential experience that made us aware that we were no longer in California was Q-Mart. This place actually used to scare me. It seemed like the people were characters descended from the Grapes of Wrath families I was reading about at the time. It was very funky and not appealing to me then.
Fast forward to the 21st century and it is called the Quakertown Farmer's Market. I love this place now, a combination of 120 indoor, permanent vendors and 400 outdoor flea market vendors. It's a great place to buy almost anything really cheap. If you haven't been there, check it out. I'll be there at 10a when it opens, meet me there this morning and I'll buy you a $1 pair of sunglasses!
Website: http://www.quakertownfarmersmkt.com/
What's all this have to do with catering? Nothing, but it's my blog. I hope you all have a great Father's Day.
Love & Harmony
Nice posting Harry!
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