like the one in Mom's cafe,
sparks warm memories.
My mom owned a restaurant through my teen years.
When a tray was needed to carry food and/or drinks
to the customer, this was one
I often used because of the advertisement
of my favorite soda then, and still is.
After Mom died, my younger brother
explained to me, as he held the tray, that Mom
wanted him to have it. It's probably best that I
don't recall what, if anything, I retorted.
But I never stopped wanting a tray
just like the one pictured.
Luckily I had a loving hubby
who bought this tray for me at an auction.