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Happy Hamburger to Me

22 Thursday Oct 2009

Posted by Janell in Far Away Places, Life at Home

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Birthdays, Dairy Bar in Lake Jackson, Everyday Life, Great Hamburgers, Hamburger King, Irma's Burger Shack, Jeff at the Jetties, OKC Dining Out, Oklahoma, Paseo Grill, Shawnee

I’ve no need to be coy.  Today is my fifty-fourth birthday.  And life is grand, something to celebrate everyday, whether there’s a birthday or not.

But in our family, birthdays are treated as special affairs.  Life stops to honor another year of life in one held dear.  So today, my husband is the one hitting the pause button on his ordinary week; He’s taking a day off from work to spend it with me however I choose to spend it.  Already, he’s treated me to his special scratch biscuits and later, he’s taking me out for lunch, anywhere my heart desire’s to go.  

Oh, decisions, decisions.  Where should we go?  At least, being a gal of simple tastes, I”ve no pesky decisions about what to eat.  For me, there’s nothing in the world quite like a good hamburger.  And as I pause to reflect on the great hamburgers I’ve tasted, I realize I’ve enjoyed some really fine renditions in my lifetime.

The first hamburger joint I fell in love with was the Hamburger King.  Even today, I can walk through its doors and find myself back in the land of my childhood.  But I don’t just go there to savor the nostalgia; this quaint place with quick service and retro red phones, for placing orders, really lives up to its name.  The hamburger is king here and whoever drops by to consume one is treated like royalty.  Born in the town that also gave birth to Sonic Drive-In and  Brad Pitt (Grandma Pitt is still a resident and like the good grandson he is, Brad still comes calling), the Hamburger King has been a Main Street fixture in Shawnee, Oklahoma for as long as I can remember — 1928 unless my memory fails me.  If you’re ever nearby, stop and drop and slide into one of their booths.  I do ever chance I get.

The Dairy Bar - A Blast From the Past

The Dairy Bar - Serving Up A Blast From the Past

My twenty years of Texas are anchored by two wonderful hamburger places.  The first opened its doors for business in Lake Jackson in the 1940s.  Still in business, it serves up its famous jalapeno cheeseburger and banana milkshake (with real bananas diced in the cup filled with home-made ice cream); even writing about these makes my mouth water.  Our children were raised on Dairy Bar.  In the days when both my husband and I were working and our children were not quite ready to join the world of dining out, we did a lot of takey-outey in consideration of other diners.  Dairy Bar was one of our weekly staple stops.  Even today, the girls fondly reminisce about the time they no longer had to share their steak finger basket; it says a lot that the Dairy Bar Menu is a rite of passage milestone in our family’s life.

Jeff's at the Jetties -- Watching the Shrimpboats & Dolphins

Jeff's at the Jetties -- Watching the Shrimpboats & Dolphins

The  second place was an honest-to-goodness dive.  But what it lacked in amenities it made up for in atmosphere and name:  Jeff’s at the Jetties, home of the famous Jetty Burger.  Blog_09_1022_2This hamburger joint built on stilts rested just next to the jetties — separating Surfside Beach from Quintana Beach — a water highway where shrimp boats and tug boats and big oil tankers traveled to and from the busy Port of Freeport.  With my husband’s help, if I looked close, it was easy to spot a dolphin or two trailing the wake of the shrimpboats.  And always, always, saturating the salty air, there was music streaming form the jukebox:  a little easy listening tune complements of Jimmy Buffett or the big beautiful haunting voice of Whitney Houston.  Oh and I can’t forget the hamburgers: big and juicy with some sort of secret special sauce, served with hand cut french fires in an old fashioned oblong plastic basket.  We always sat on the deck, where the heavy breeze ruffled our hair and relaxed our cares.  But unless it’s been recently resurrected, Jeff’s at the Jetties is no more; it was just one  of casualty of  Hurricane Rita in September 2005.   

The Jetties -- A Good Place to Stop, Refill Your Tank & Get Your Bearings

The Jetties -- A Good Place to Stop, Refill Your Tank & Get Your Bearings

Closer to home in the now, there’s no shortage of good hamburger places in Oklahoma City.  My favorite everyday burger is made by Irma’s Burger Shack.  And then there’s the Theta Burgers with Cheese at Johnnies.  But today, I’ve decided to go out for a fancy mushroom cheese burger at  my favorite restaurant.  After all, it’s my special day and during this phase of my life, nothing is more special than eating out at Paseo Grill.    

Happy Hamburger to You.

September’s Child

03 Thursday Sep 2009

Posted by Janell in Life at Home

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Birthdays, Childhood Memories, Everyday Life, Grandchildren, Grandmother Names

blog_jacksonTen years ago today, I arrived in Oklahoma City from my Texas home to hold my first grandchild in my arms.  I couldn’t sleep the night of Jackson’s birth.  Too much excitement.  So it was easy to catch that first flight out of Houston that left the gate at O-dark-hundred.  Jackson was a mere five hours old when I arrived.

Yet it seems longer than ten years to my way of thinking;  so much life has been packed into those 3,652 days.  But I wonder what thoughts Jackson might have about his first ten years of life.  What has been grand?  What would Jackson change if he could?  Maybe I’ll ask Jackson those questions tomorrow; after we’ve sung the birthday song and shared some of that red velvet cake with Grandma Carol’s special frosting, that Jackson requested for his birthday.

Another grandmother — my good friend Kathy — was born yesterday when her first grandchild came into the world.   Kathy’s husband Jim pastored my church at the time of Jackson’s birth.  And ’til my dying day, I’ll never forget  Jim laughing at my grandmother name that my daughter Kate baptized me with.  Nana Nell.  I admit, the name keeps me humble.  And who knows that maybe my grandmother call name wasn’t payback for my giving Kate her middle name of Louise, in honor of my mother’s middle name.  If so, I’d say we are more than even.

These days Kate is a young grandmother herself  — a step-grandmother to be more accurate.  And did she call herself Nana Kate?  No, she calls herself Gigi.  So my advice to Kathy is to take charge of your grandmother call name.  Do not leave such important things to fate or to the whims of your child who may decide this is a good time for paybacks.  If all goes well, you will hear your call name many, many times in the days and years ahead.  Usually with a question mark behind it.  But always with love and trust in front of it.    

Kathy announced her joy (and relief?) to her world of Facebook friends, who were waiting two computers away to hear it.  Her words were written around midnight:

“Madison as born at 6:07 pm.  She weighs 7 lbs and is 20 inches long.  Chad and Sara coached Katie, I cheered her on and Jim prayed from the hall.  Katie did a super job!!! and deserves a long winter’s nap…but that’s not how God made it.:-)

I do not remember Jackson’s birth time or his birth weight and height.  I have those numbers recorded in a memory book somewhere, that for the life of me, I can’t put my hands on right now.  I drive myself crazy with my disorganized life.  But I can recall that his mother Kate named her new baby boy Jackson Thomas, in honor of both great-grandfather’s called Jack and his paternal grandfather named Thomas.  And thankfully, I was able to locate a journal where I recorded some consoling thoughts the evening after I left Kate and Jackson behind to live their own lives, after spending those first precious, sleep-deprived and sometimes scary ten days of Jacskon’s life.  Kathy was one of the first to encourage me to keep a journal.  So to her I breathe a word of thanks to Kathy, as I re-live these ten year old memories.

Sunday, Sept. 12, 1999

I’m on my way home after spending the last 10 days with Kate and new grandson Jackson Thomas.  It was hard to say good-bye — it always is for me.  I remember how I felt 21 years ago, when my mom left me with Kate after she had stayed with me a week.   In fact, I’ve recalled that week a lot this past 10 days as I tried to help Kate in all the ways my mom helped me.  I will miss them both very much — but they may be coming for a visit in a couple of weeks — something to look forward to.  It will be nice to get home , to see the boys and Kara and see Mac and Tav.  I won’t see Don for at least a week…until he returns from Switzerland.  As Kate points out, we will have been apart for 16 days minimum by the time Don returns.  Well, writing has lessened the emotions from departure.  I must look forward–although I will always treasure these past 10 days.

Happy 10th birthday Jackson.  You are a GRAND son.   Always have been.  Always will be.   And this Nana loves you very much.

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