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The Wonders of the Automat

Credit: p.d.adams
Big Apple Dream Flower

Grandpa's pie in the sky dream in the Big Apple

My dad had a lifelong wish. He wanted to see New York City. His salary as a body and fender man in California in the Great Depression barely kept his family in food and shoes. A trip to New York City was a dream that was unlikely to happen.

By the time he was 72, and I was his caregiver, his dream had faded.

Then a miracle. My husband received a job assignment to Oneida, New York--upstate, but close enough!

The day we arrive in Oneida, my dad and my children begin planning for a summer trip to New York City. The children borrow books from the library and my dad sends for maps and travel folders of things to see in New York City. Every day the list grows longer--Ellis Island, Times Square, the Empire State Building, Jones Beach, the Brooklyn Bridge, the United Nations Building, the Statue of Liberty, the Staten Island Ferry, and Coney Island.

The discovery of the wonders of the Automat adds it to the top of the list. The children begin saving their nickels in a tin can labeled “Apple Pie at the Automat.”

In early spring, when the freezing cold of winter begins to thaw, we hear a loud thump from my dad's room. We rush upstairs and find him lying on the floor.

He has suffered a stroke.

In the following months, as summer approaches, any mention of New York City becomes taboo. The children still huddle around my dad's hospital bed, counting nickels into the can and whispering to him about apple pie from the Automat.

My dad never regains the use of his legs or his left arm. In the coming months, he does regain some use of his right arm and full use of his sight--perfect for sightseeing.

We make the summer trip to New York City almost exactly to the day my dad and the children had planned. My dad sees the city from an air mattress bed in the back of our Buick station wagon. His head and shoulders are propped high on pillows. His body is immobile, but his sparkling blue eyes don’t miss a thing. He is the tour guide for all of us. When it’s time for us to return home, only one thing is left undone--the number one thing on the list.

We head for the Automat on Broadway near Seventh Avenue. My husband, usually a conservative driver, veers out of his lane and pulls within shouting distance of a police officer directing rush hour traffic. “Officer, is there any place we can park for just a few minutes?”

The officer frowns, shakes his head, and waves us on. As my husband works his way back into the line of traffic, the full length of the Buick station wagon passes the officer. The officer blows his whistle and motions us to stop--right in the middle of the intersection.

The officer, it seems, has had a change of heart. Is it my dad lying immobile in the back of the Buick? Is it the disappointed faces of the children?

When my husband tells the officer where we want to go and what we want to do, the officer points to a "no parking" space next to the curb. “OK, you got twenty minutes for your apple pie party. Enjoy it!”

As soon as my husband pulls the Buick next to the curb, the children and I jump out and race to the Automat. The children waste no time feeding their precious nickels into the slots for apple pie. We carry the pie back to the Buick and follow the police officer's orders--we all enjoy it!

Today, sixty years later, the kindness of a police officer and the wonders of the Automat live on in our family.



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Patricia Adams is a writer for BrooWaha. For more information, visit the writer's website.
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By Notumbus Bumbus on March 16, 2012 at 12:23 pm

Patricia, you are a gem! Good wishes to you and all your family - being a caregiver for my 91 year-old Mom-in-law makes me know exactly what this is about, New York or otherwise. Enjoy the pie as many times as possible!!

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By Patricia Adams on March 22, 2012 at 07:48 pm

Notumbus Bumbus, Thank you for your kind words. Best wishes to you and all your family as well.

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By Barbara MacDonald on April 08, 2012 at 02:28 pm

heartwarming Patrica...loved this...bless you and yours.

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By Angie Alaniz on April 24, 2012 at 12:10 am

What a great story Patricia. Thank you so much for sharing.

Sometimes its the little things people do for us that live on within ourselfs.

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By Barbara MacDonald on April 24, 2012 at 09:58 am

very true Angie...

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By Patricia Adams on April 25, 2012 at 06:46 pm

Thank you for your comments, Angie and Barbara. At the request of my grandchildren and great-grandchildren, I set out to write a family memoir. What I find myself writing is about people who made a difference in our lives. They live on.

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By Barbara MacDonald on April 28, 2012 at 12:02 pm

What a wonderful "gift " to leave for your family...I also hope my own children and grand kids will know me better when I am gone through my writings...I too like to write on the people and situations which have changed my life and inspired me...Yes, they do live on, forever in our hearts...

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By Barbara MacDonald on May 11, 2012 at 11:52 am

Stopping by to say hello Patrica, hope all is well with you...in my thoughts ...

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By Barbara MacDonald on January 28, 2013 at 08:15 pm

Hugs, in my thoughts Patrica...:-)

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