Father’s Day has come and gone, yet thoughts of him linger on. So, looks like he will be starring in another little blog.

I wrote the following post on Facebook back in 2018.

My dad has told this story many times.

I don’t know why I find it hilarious that my dad started popping Rolaids as a kid, but I do.

Here’s that story.

” Rockin’ Rolaids… Starting in the 4th grade, my dad spent some of his summers with his maternal grandparents in California. Their youngest son Ruben was around two years older than my dad, so this worked out great. In the evenings they would gather in the room and situate themselves on three rocking chairs. My great-grandma Raigosa sat in the middle one and my great-grandpa sat next to her. My dad and Tio Ruben were scrawny enough to both fit on the same one. And so, the four of them sat on three rocking chairs, each with a bowl of fruit that my great-grandma prepared for them and it was here that my dad started popping Rolaids as a kid. You see, after they were finished with their bowls of fruit, my great-grandparents would top it off with a Rolaid. Since sharing is caring, they would pass the Rolaids to my Tio Ruben and my dad. Dad says he lived during a time when kids didn’t refuse what was being offered. “

~missy salcido wead