Fast Food, Good Memories

September 24th, 2012

The coolest thing my dad ever gave me when I was a little girl was a red vinyl 45 record of the Oscar Mayer Wiener jingle. You see, Dad was the top salesman for Oscar Mayer for 20 years and, as his progeny, I reaped the benefits of this great accomplishment.

I can still picture that 45 spinning on my blue plastic record player, the yellow label a blur as it played that oh-so-catchy song. And me, jumping around like a crazy person in my footy jammies, singing along.

“Oh, I wish I were an Oscar Mayer wiener. That is what I’d truly like to be!”

Yes, I clearly knew how to rock at the age of five.

When I was a girl I worshipped my dad. He was a traveling salesmen so I only saw him on the weekends. When he was gone, I imagined him as a brave explorer, going on glorious adventures to exotic-sounding places like Chattanooga, spreading the Oscar Mayer word. When he returned home he always brought us something strange and wonderful from his travels. I clearly remember the 3’ tall inflatable Seagrams 7 bottle that he brought back from one of his food conventions. That remained a prized possession for many years.

One of my best memories of all time was when my dad took my girlfriend Tracy and me on a trip to Philadelphia. We visited the Oscar Mayer warehouse on the outskirts of the city — where the famous Wienermobile was stored. Tracy and I were among a privileged few that got to meet Little Oscar and take a ride in the original foodtruck.

I was a very lucky girl.

I love how the smallest things could be so exciting when we were kids. Sometimes we lose sight of what’s important while we’re busy trying to get everything we think we want out of life. Remember to stop a moment, hum your favorite jingle, and relish the little things.



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