The year was approximately 1947. My mom, Lady Melba, was 5-years-old. Her dad, Lloyd Davis, was an east coast fisherman on a Menhaden boat. The place he was currently working was off the coast of Atlantic City, New Jersey. Melba’s mom, Irene, decided to make a trip from their home in Davis Shore, North Carolina, to Atlantic City to visit Lloyd.
One day as they were on the boardwalk, young Melba drifted into a bakery and came out with a huge glazed donut. Irene thought she had stolen it. She was wrong. The baker told young Melba if she would talk a while in her southern accent, he would give her a donut. Deal made. Laughter broke out.
My wife and i have lived in New Jersey now for 5 years and finally today we spent a few hours in Atlantic City. And yes, that story mainly drew me there. Also, i immediately had a huge glazed donut. i had to pay for mine, however. #dateday
Memories matter to me.
Pastor Kerry Willis
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