The Drumstick

The Drumstick
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I’ve been thinking about this post for a while. Yet, because of the conditioning my upbringing has instilled in me, I just couldn’t see myself even writing this, let alone publishing it, until after the first full week of September.

Last week I had my sixtieth birthday. I figure that in five more years I can declare with pride that I am a senior, an old person, a retiree (I haven’t worked outside the home but I will be eligible for Medicare.).

I’ve talked about my brother’s birthday in this blog. And I even talked about a birthday I had as a kid when I got exactly what I wanted. In that post, I stated I didn’t really remember too much about most of my birthdays, which is true. I don’t remember what I got as presents. I don’t remember anything about the birthdays cards although I always received three of them. As I said in one of these posts, money was tight back then so my brother and I didn’t get too wrapped up in the material stuff concerning those “special days”.

Nevertheless, as much as the family pinched pennies, my mom did try to make our birthdays distinctive. Because my birthday fell on or around Labor Day, the last big whoopty-do of the season, making it exceptional was more of a challenge than my brother’s was.

Approximately five or six miles from our home was a restaurant that catered to families. If I remember right, it was next door to the cinema, which could make an evening especial wonderful. It was called The Drumstick. Its specialty was — you guess it — chicken. I kind of recall there being other main dishes but, because I was interceded in the drumstick, I didn’t pay that much attention.

A hostess sat you at your table or booth and took the order of drinks. She would leave you while you looked at the menu. Yes, very typical of an eatery but this is where the usual stops. Once you had made your selections, you would take one of the forms and the small pencil that were set with the salt, pepper and small vase of flowers at your table. You would check off the items you had chosen, place the form at the end of the table and then, pull the lever that would make a stick go up with a flattened balloon-type thing on the top of it. My brother and I would quarrel a little over who was going to pull the lever despite the fact that it was my birthday so I was the one who was to do this task. Once our dinners were ready, a server would bring them out to us.

The meals there were always good. Because the restaurant attracted families, none of the food had any hot seasonings in it or spices that just wouldn’t agree with a child’s palate. Because there weren’t any waiters or waitress, if you needed something, all you had to do was pull the lever. Presto, a server was there to help you.
Obviously, one of my parents, somehow, ordered something special for me as a dessert. I would be told to pull the lever after the meal. A server would come out of the kitchen with several others behind him or her and a cake that had candles blazing on it. They’d be singing Happy Birthday, as they would walk to our table.

It wasn’t the excitement that happened on my brother’s birthday, but I was always so happy that my mom had tried so hard to make my birthday special for me.


15 thoughts on “The Drumstick

    1. Glynis Jolly

      I got the photo from Flickr. The kids meals weren’t that large at The Drumstick. I’m sure that if the place was still open in today’s world, there’d be senior-portion meals too. ❤


  1. Belated Happy Birthday, Glynis. What a novel idea for ordering good food. that’s quite the plateful. I can’t eat much anymore either. I’d be taking home a doggy bag. Do you celebrate the biggie this year? 😮


    1. Glynis Jolly

      Yep, I’m sixty years old. I enjoyed my fifties. I felt freer than I had in quite a long time. I can only imagine that the sixties will be similar and better.


      1. Glad to hear it. Must harness the good before the boring rocking chair finally kicks in. 😀

        My freer spirit came out at 40.Twenty five++ years later, it’s been getting better by the year. ❤ ❤ ❤


  2. That was an interesting concept for a restaurant. I would like one of those right by me while lounging on the couch. Only problem….nobody would come running with anything. Thanks for sharing what sounded like a wonderful time with your family. That is what’s important. And Happy Birthday! Our oldest son’s birthday is Sept. 1, which usually falls on Labor Day weekend. He had quite a bit of fun this year because Labor Day was the 1st–he was telling everyone at work that they could take the day off for his birthday. He thought he was pretty clever.

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    1. Glynis Jolly

      When my birthday falls on the Sunday right before Labor Day, I think of my mom because of what she went through to have me. (wrote about it here) When it’s right on Labor Day, I’m better off forgetting about my birthday because of everything else going on for the last of the summer. Such is life. 😛


  3. Happy belated birthday, Glynis! What a nice childhood memory. Isn’t it funny the things that standout in our memories? Just goes to show you that it’s the little things in life that really matter, like love and family, and not the size or cost of the gift.


  4. Hope you had a happy birthday 🙂 One place I used to wait tables would give people little mini birthday cakes on their special day, but then they switched to a free strawberry crepe. It’s just nice for have a little something extra that way.


    1. Glynis Jolly

      Hi Jeri

      My birthday was normal — uneventful. No pity please. I have never minded it being someone of a drag. 🙂


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