You see rust. I see memories...and a bug. Back to the memory. Dad worked road construction when I came along although he wore many hats in his life time. We traveled with the job.
Sometimes we were able to visit Dad where he was working. When he saw us he would stop the bulldozer and climb down to greet us with much enthusiasm, to share his day and the wonders he had seen. On his bulldozer he always kept his galvanized Igloo cooler.
The cooler was a big thing in my small eyes. I don't know if it was a three or five gallon. I know when Dad took off the lid and held it under the small spigot to catch a fresh cold drink it was the sweetest water I had ever tasted in my short life time.
Mom and Dad were big on all of us acquiring an education in daily life as well as in schools. Being the youngest of three girls I learned when my older sisters did. When I heard galvanized I did not connect it to his cooler but rather to the definition of the action...to be galvanized. I think that cooler encouraged that in me too.
Guess we had two big coolers. Me and Dad.
Funny the things we remember.
Thanks, Mom and Dad for encouraging us to learn and to always be curious.
