Special Family Times
Growing up we always eagerly awaited the weekend. My parents would make Saturday night "family" night. We would make popcorn, and settle down in front of the—then—black-and-white television. All of that was great because we would watch wonderful variety shows. The best part was the drink that went along with it all—Coke! It was our treat we looked forward to. At that time it was a treat once a week. I'm sure my mom had hers more often.
Read more stories like this (PDF)
A Memory of Home
In 1994 I was traveling in Bali, and a friend and I hiked up a volcano on the island to watch the sunrise. As we neared the top, it was just starting to get light and the going was tough because it was steep and the terrain was loose lava rock, so the footing was tricky. A native in rubber thong sandals sprinted past us headed to the top. A tin bucket was balanced on his head and the necks of Coke bottles protruded from the top. As we watched the sunrise from the peak, we sat on crude stools under a lean-to and drank Coca-Cola.
Read more stories like this (PDF)
Childhood Memories
I remember riding my bike down to a small hole-in-the-wall, about two miles from our house, with my older cousins. Hot summer, lots of heat, corn fields. By the time we arrived, we were dying. I can still feel how wonderful the icy water felt when I climbed up on a stool to pull out a bottle of Coke. The water must have gone up to my elbow! We clicked the cap off and took a long drink. We drank it—fast—and then put the empty bottle in the wood case on the floor. We rode home before we were missed.
Read more stories like this (PDF)
Romance
My boyfriend, Alex, and I were at the prom. He loves Coke, and they weren't serving it there. So he decides to take me, in the middle of our senior prom, to the nearest gas station to buy a Coke! We even took the limo we rented. You can't imagine the looks on the gas station attendants' faces when we pull up in a limo, decked out in our fancy clothes, to buy two bottles of Coke.
Read more stories like this (PDF)
Times with Friends
Growing up in Queens, New York City, I can vividly remember buying a Coca-Cola often in between games at our local schoolyard in Richmond Hill. There were neighborhood delis then, and all one had to do was walk across the street to buy a Coke. The memory of the heavy green glass bottles goes along with all the great summer memories of stickball, punchball, slapball and many other street games. Whenever I have a Coca-Cola it helps take me back to these wonderful times.
Read more stories like this (PDF)
Top
