What is a monkeybox?

When I was a little girl, we had a pet monkey named Amanda. My Dad worked in the produce business, so each night he brought home that days culls in a big box - spotty cucumbers, pithy apples, limp celery, moldy oranges and the like. We called it a monkeybox. It was really just trash, but my Mom would take each piece of fruit and trim it, pare it and cut it up to make a beautiful fruit platter for Amanda. Even though it was deemed trash by one, it still had life left in it and was good for the purpose we needed it. That's how I live my life - thrifting, yard saling, looking for another's trash to be my treasure.

Wednesday, July 09, 2014

A Story for You

When my Dad was twenty years old, he had a couple of friends that were brothers - Frankand Dan Carney.  My dad lived in Topeka, and they went to school in Witchita.  The brothers had this idea to open a pizzeria.  Back then, Pizza was a relatively new thing to the US.  They were looking for people to throw money in the hat and become partners.  They offered my Dad a slice of the pizza pie for $100.00.  Back in 1958, $100.00 was a lot of money compounded with not knowing if anyone would actually want to eat pizza, made my dad decline their offer.



Yup.  I could have been the PIZZA HUT HEIRESS.

Cry with me, won't you?

*This is a real honest to goodness story.

14 comments:

  1. Anonymous6:40 PM

    More money, more problems. Sandy in PA

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  2. Dang! Makes you want to travel back in time and float Dad a loan, huh?

    By the way the company that now owns Pizza Hut, along with Taco Bell and KFC is based in Louisville! Also that company is in turn owned by Pepsi.

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  3. Uhg…Makes a good story though!

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  4. Ouch, I'll shed a tear for you over that story.

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  5. More money, more problems, more money to pay someone else to deal with those problems.

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  6. Shara,
    My grandfather, Harold Ocker, worked at Lear Jet as their controller in Kansas in the sixties.He must have known these men also because one of his favorite stories was how he could have been rich investing in Pizza Hut. He said he wished he would have known how popular pizza would have become. He passed away last year at 93. He would have loved your story. Thank you.

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  7. Well my day is shot.

    Erica

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  8. Oh, no. You could have been rolling in dough!

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  9. This is when a time machine would come in handy.
    Sheryl

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  10. I don't eat at PH, so you would not make royalty off me.

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  11. I yes, that is a good story!

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  12. Oh dear! Gosh, my parent shad a chance to get in on the ground floor of Starbucks. but they invested what little money they had in "New Coke"... we now have an unopened 6 pack of "New Coke" and no family fortune.

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  13. My mom was offered a job at a shipping company that was just starting up, in the data processing department. She turned it down because my grandmother told her not to give up her city job with benefits. So my mom turned down a job at Federal Express which had been offered by her friend Fred Smith. She recommended someone for it- the woman took the job and retired a millionaire. My mother died penniless last year.

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  14. Think of all the things you could have bought at yard sales...

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