Oftentimes, after church service on Sundays, Dad would drive our family the few miles for lunch at the Coffee Pot.

A few memories of our times at the Coffee Pot...

        My sisters Barb and Maria always ordered a fish sandwich.  I didn't like fish (still don't) so I would get a hot ham sandwich, which irritated Dad because it cost 20 cents more than the fish would have.  But sweet Mama intervened and insisted I could get the ham sandwich.

        I envied those cute high school waitresses who worked there and thought they must have the best job in the world.  I promised myself that one day I would be a waitress too (which came true many years later when I waitressed my way through college at D&J's Diner and Pizza Hut...not nearly as glamorous of a job as I had once thought!).

        Dad and Mama always enjoyed their coffee.  Nothing made Dad madder than a waitress that didn't come around and refill his cup often enough.  I made note of that...when I became a waitress someday, I'd always have a pot of coffee in my hand.

        More times than I can count, Dad pitched a little fit at the cash register for something he didn't like and "promised" them he would NEVER come back again! (Having seen the other side of situations like that, I have to wonder if the Coffee Pot workers weren't a tad bit glad that he wasn't coming back...)  But back in those days, restaurant choices were few and far between.  We didn't have much to choose from, so we'd eat somewhere else (Burger Chef was a big thing in our family) for a few weeks but sooner or later we'd be back at the Coffee Pot again.  I remember one of us girls (don't remember who, but I'm guessing Barb...) had the gall to remind Dad that he had said he was never going back there.  Not a good move on her part...

Some years later, the Coffee Pot closed and is no more.  

But back in its hey-day, it was quite the eating establishment.

And when I came across this photo the other day, it set my mind doin' some...

...Coffee Pot reminiscing.