And so continues my papa c and mama c series. Papa c is my crazy dad, and mama c is my crazy mom. My parental units are first generation immigrants. They are annoying but wonderfully cute and endearing. They are hard working but quirky. I love them with all my heart.
This is going to be an ongoing series on my blog about the random and lovable and personal anecdotes from the lives of my parental units. This is not to make fun of them but to actually record my fond memories of them. Hope you grow to love them, too.
We celebrated papa c’s birthday over the weekend. Both papa c and mama c look so young for people in their 50′s (huzzah Asian genes!), and so I joke every year that they’re celebrating their 39th birthdays…again. As we were driving to his birthday dinner, papa c and I were talking about his business endeavors in America. I think I inherited an entrepreneurial spirit from my dad. These days, I’ve been bragging about papa c’s first business to my friends: a traveling grocery store! He told me that he had an ice cream truck that turned into a mobile market. Papa c would take down orders from the people on his route — 1 dozen donuts here, a 12-pack of soda there. The truck would have a 4-5 hour route in the same neighborhoods everyday…and then he’d do the route again before heading home.
A traveling grocery store…truly revolutionary for his time, methinks. The only reason why he stopped that business was because the truck broke down. And then it was onto bigger and better things.