One of my favorite memories as we traveled around the USA during the summer months, and dad preached in lots of churches...
(a side note here... even though I look back on those days with great fun, joy and memories... I think the spiritual blessings that I gained didn't come until much later in life. During those days, it was all about the adventures we were having...)
In one small town in northern Michigan, some members of the church owned both a funeral home and the local Dairy Queen!
I think I was about 10 years old during that summer.
They had some kids our age, and they invited us to do 2 things... take a tour of the funeral home, and spend a day working at their Dairy Queen!!
Both adventures were memorable! The funeral home was large and beautiful, with the long cars out in front, and the quiet eerie feeling inside. We went into the room where all the caskets were and my eyes were huge as I looked at the open caskets on display... we even went into the embalming room! Yikes!...
But the best part of the day was getting to stand behind the counter of the drive through at thier local DQ, wait on a customer and make the order, all by myself!
I'm telling you... times were simpler back then, but I don't think any of our own grandkids would enjoy it any less than we did back then if they were behind the DQ counter today!
I don't remember what we served up but I'm pretty sure it was pre-Blizzards!