Today, I just want to thank God for Krispy Kremes. You may think I jest, but I’m serious! I think He knew how much happiness they could bring when someone first thought of them. The Bible says God gives good gifts to His kids, so there you go.
September 29th is National Coffee Day, and I treated myself to the free doughnut and coffee Krispy Kreme was giving away. Wow! Was that good! It’s been a while since I had a real old-fashioned glazed yeast doughnut, and I enjoyed it, down to the last little bit of flaked off glaze. (If you’ve ever had a Krispy Kreme doughnut, you know what I’m talking about!)
Eating that doughnut brought back some of the best memories I have from my childhood.
I grew up, the youngest child of a large family, in a tiny town in southside Virginia.
Here’s a somewhat recent picture of me and my siblings, all but my sister Becky.
Our town was so small, it had no stoplights at all. In fact, I think there may have been just one traffic light in our entire county, and it was a flashing light meant to slow you down. We had one public high school and a middle school, known as the junior high — just one of each for the whole county. My graduating class had about 150 students. All this is just to let you know the place where I grew up.
When I was still in elementary, my teenage brother and sisters would always be raising money for something – usually band uniforms or class trips. Sometimes they would come home with about a thousand candy bars they were supposed to sell. They sold most of them on the bus ride to and from school and many of the rest to the members of our little country church. We usually ended up spending a good portion of our allowance to buy some goodies for ourselves, too.
My favorite fundraisers were the ones where they sold Krispy Kreme doughnuts. “How did this work?” you may ask.
Being from a tiny town in the middle of nowhere, we had no fast food to speak of. As far as I can remember, the only place nearby was Tastee Freeze, which was the small town version of Dairy Queen.
So for the annual fundraiser, the band took orders for dozens of Krispy Kreme doughnuts. They collected orders for weeks. Then, on the appointed day, someone would drive to Richmond, I think, and fill up a van with the boxes of golden goodness. The goodies were handed out to the students for distribution as soon as the van arrived back at the school. I think the band charged twice what they paid for them, and so they made a tidy little profit for their cause.
Although we had a tight budget, our family would buy several boxes of Krispy Kremes and store them in our big freezer. We would open one box the very day they arrived, but we saved the rest for some time in the future. On those glorious winter days when we would finally pull out a dozen doughnuts, we would revel in the lovely smell of warm sugar as my dad heated up the frozen ovals in the oven. Even after spending weeks or months in the freezer, those pastries tasted amazingly delicious.
We called this “having a treat.” You know, like “Trick or Treat.” And it was a treat in the real sense of the word because we did not have them everyday. They were special.
Sometimes I wonder if our kids, kids that grow up with so much — of everything, will remember anything as special. Is Halloween candy really a treat when kids can get it any time they go to the store?
I’m sure our parents thought the same thing about things like driving a car, seeing a movie, making a telephone call, or maybe even going to college. Is it still special when it is so easily accessible?
I really don’t know. I hope so! I hope that each generation has something special to remember from childhood and something exciting to look forward to in the future. I pray each day for God to open my eyes to the beauty of that day. Everyday is a miracle. Oh, yes, it is! Life is a miracle. Just to be here to taste the sweetness, to hear the birds and the waves, to see the sunrise and sunset, to feel the breeze and the rain on my face.
So today, I just want to thank God for Krispy Kreme doughnuts.