Vincent A. Carvajal, Memorial Page
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Friday Nights Reserved for Dad
1960 | YUma, AZ
December 2, 2K
Friday Nights Reserved for Dad ©
Pamela Carvajal Drapala
A green 1959 Chevy
driving down Yuma Main Street,
stop signs, trucks and cars,
pedestrians beat their feet
along the sidewalks of the street.
Brother George and I take in all the
Friday nightlife with our brown eyes.
“The Hole in the Wall” food stand,
Hamburgers much too large to hold
with tiny five-year old hands.
The taste of the most delicious
hamburgers dressed up in
mustard, mayo, catsup
pickles, shredded lettuce
diced onions and a
juicy tomato slice.
A large cherry coke
to drink with lots of ice.
So much in sight for a child to view
In my eyes, everything looks brand new.
Yuma’s simple Kress’ Five and Dime
I do not know it . . .
Daddy is running out of time.
Long, colorful balloons
blown into silly shapes.
To my brother and I
Our dear Daddy buys us
the most expensive prize.
The Art Deco Yuma Theatre emitting
the aroma of freshly made popcorn.
Inside, teenaged girls dressed
in poodle skirts with bobby socks
selling small children like me huge,
cherry “Charms” lollypops.
Cherish cinema films we all watch.
Time passes on Daddy’s wristwatch.
Times like this turned out to be
Daddy’s most priceless gift, you see.
Daddy died two years later
and was terribly missed.
However, my precious childhood
memories with Daddy were made
of nights as these.