
The other day my friend and I went to a bakery. I saw a glass bottle of Orange Crush soda.
Orange Crush. When I hear those two words I am instantly a little girl in my Dad's shop.
My Dad had an autobody repair shop. They would fix the body of a car and then repaint it.
The shop was a
children's paradise! My brother Vance and I would run around the entire place. There was an old elevator that we would play on. The building had been a furniture store in a former life. We would ride up the elevator to the upstairs. It was huge! It was full of boxes and other interesting things. We weren't supposed to play up there but we couldn't help ourselves from peeking into this strange place. I am still not sure what all that stuff was! There was also a huge stairway leading to the
upstairs. I remember thinking those stairs led to some
mysterious forbidden wonderland.

We would ride the elevator up and down, over and over again. When we stopped in the basement we would get off in the paint mixing room. This is where the machines were that would shake the cans of paint until they mixed enough to use. There was another short flight of stairs, somewhat like a cellar. I remember that room being rather scary to me.
My brother and I would play for hours going up and down the elevator, turning on the mixing machines, peering into the unknown boxes, running up and down the stairs. Dad sold snowmobiles for awhile so there were those to sit on also. I remember one called "Big Bertha!"
Occasionally Dad had a very important job for us. He would "need" us to paint a fifty-five gallon metal drum. We thought this was the most important work ever! We took pride in how we painted those cans! I can still see those big blue stripes in my mind! Little did we know that our "important job" was painting garbage cans! Dad was trying to keep us entertained and busy!
After running around and around and around like little kids do, Dad would send us across the street to Orr's market. A little old fashioned grocery store. This was an experience so different than today's shopping. It was an old building( it was the grocery store my Mom shopped at as a girl) yet it had many wonders to behold. It had all needed groceries, meat counter, vegetables etc. There was fried chicken and fishing licenses. Hamburger and bullets. Toilet paper and tackle boxes. It had all of these wonders in three little aisles! It also had a really cool old register with the pop up numbers.
When Dad sent us to Orr's we would go to the cooler and buy a glass bottle of Orange Crush soda, then we would walk back across the street with this cool orange goodness.
I miss Orange Crush in a glass bottle. I miss going across the street to get it. I miss opening the fridge at the back of the shop and finding a bottle of Orange Crush. I miss my Dad.
