blue and white coveralls

Isn't it funny how we remember just certain things that have touched our lives? Most memories filed away are very happy ones - there are sad ones and ones that can make you angry. One of my favorite memories is of a man that I can't even remember his name.  The memory starts with Sunday morning church, after church we would go downtown to Gene's Restaurant for carmel rolls, long john's (maple sticks as some call them), or a full breakfast. Outside the cafe was a wooden bench, always on the bench was an elderly gentleman that wore blue and white coveralls and a red IH farmers cap.  He had snow white hair and talked very slow with an accent possibly Norwegian.  As I would approach the bench he would be flipping a 50 cent piece. He would say "Here little girl, buy some candy." Makes me wonder how much money he gave me over the years. I would eat breakfast and as fast as I could and run to the Bennett Pharmacy (there were two pharmacies in Bowman that would alternate being open on Sundays) - they had a great selection of candy to a little girl!  What a happy memory to have filed away!!