Comments on: Sharing a Personal Smile and a Story http://blog.dairyqueen.com/a-smile-and-a-story/sharing-a-personal-smile-and-a-story/ Thu, 23 May 2013 12:38:47 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.4.2 By: BRD http://blog.dairyqueen.com/a-smile-and-a-story/sharing-a-personal-smile-and-a-story/#comment-1748 BRD Mon, 14 Sep 2009 14:47:43 +0000 http://blog.dairyqueen.com/?p=485#comment-1748 Thanks for the comment Tom. The DQ spoon sounds like a great tree ornament! Thanks for the comment Tom. The DQ spoon sounds like a great tree ornament!

]]> By: Tom Journy http://blog.dairyqueen.com/a-smile-and-a-story/sharing-a-personal-smile-and-a-story/#comment-1747 Tom Journy Sat, 12 Sep 2009 04:52:34 +0000 http://blog.dairyqueen.com/?p=485#comment-1747 My grandfather was Kirk Journy who was the Executive Secretary of Dairy Queen, I believe in the 40's? We still hang a DQ spoon on our Christmas Tree every year. I believe our Aunt gave us the spoon to remember our grandfather. Of course we love our local DQ and the "blizzard" tomj. My grandfather was Kirk Journy who was the Executive Secretary of Dairy Queen, I believe in the 40′s?
We still hang a DQ spoon on our Christmas Tree every year. I believe our Aunt gave us the spoon to remember our grandfather. Of course we love our local DQ and the “blizzard”
tomj.

]]> By: Alyssa http://blog.dairyqueen.com/a-smile-and-a-story/sharing-a-personal-smile-and-a-story/#comment-1746 Alyssa Wed, 02 Sep 2009 19:40:56 +0000 http://blog.dairyqueen.com/?p=485#comment-1746 My Great-Grandparents lived about a half a block from Dairy Queen. My Papa, riddled with arthritis would take me there nearly every time I stayed with them. He'd place me on the table top with a soft serve cone and hold court with all the other elderly gentlemen having coffe. On the way home he'd eat my "trash," as I didn't like the ice cream cone. Everytime I pass the DQ in Cuero, TX I smile and think of all the fun we had there. My Great-Grandparents lived about a half a block from Dairy Queen. My Papa, riddled with arthritis would take me there nearly every time I stayed with them. He’d place me on the table top with a soft serve cone and hold court with all the other elderly gentlemen having coffe. On the way home he’d eat my “trash,” as I didn’t like the ice cream cone. Everytime I pass the DQ in Cuero, TX I smile and think of all the fun we had there.

]]> By: Carolyn K http://blog.dairyqueen.com/a-smile-and-a-story/sharing-a-personal-smile-and-a-story/#comment-1745 Carolyn K Wed, 02 Sep 2009 18:01:19 +0000 http://blog.dairyqueen.com/?p=485#comment-1745 Lynsey, what great memories! It is all about connections, isn't it? Thank you so much for sharing! Lynsey, what great memories! It is all about connections, isn’t it? Thank you so much for sharing!

]]> By: Lynsey http://blog.dairyqueen.com/a-smile-and-a-story/sharing-a-personal-smile-and-a-story/#comment-1744 Lynsey Tue, 01 Sep 2009 18:41:15 +0000 http://blog.dairyqueen.com/?p=485#comment-1744 I grew up in North Dakota. It was a small town, but it was distinct in that it was one of the smallest towns in our area to still have a DQ. My grandfather lived next door to me on our farm, and when my sister and I borrowed his musical instruments to join the band, he couldn't have been more proud. After our band concerts in the fall and spring, we almost always joined all the other parents and band students at DQ. No one said anything about their plans, no one arranged for us all to go to DQ -- we all just showed up there. It was the city's meeting place, whether it was 90 degrees outside or -90 degree windchills. Now, my husband and I have a new tradition. We get Blizzards about once a week at the downtown DQ in our new Georgia town. While there is another DQ in town, it's not the same. Our downtown DQ is closer to home, and we see the owner there often. He has a grown son, and that son has a son who is learning to walk. We love going there and seeing the baby attempt his first steps. Seeing the family really makes it feel like home to me, and that's really what Dairy Queen is all about. I grew up in North Dakota. It was a small town, but it was distinct in that it was one of the smallest towns in our area to still have a DQ. My grandfather lived next door to me on our farm, and when my sister and I borrowed his musical instruments to join the band, he couldn’t have been more proud. After our band concerts in the fall and spring, we almost always joined all the other parents and band students at DQ. No one said anything about their plans, no one arranged for us all to go to DQ — we all just showed up there. It was the city’s meeting place, whether it was 90 degrees outside or -90 degree windchills.

Now, my husband and I have a new tradition. We get Blizzards about once a week at the downtown DQ in our new Georgia town. While there is another DQ in town, it’s not the same. Our downtown DQ is closer to home, and we see the owner there often. He has a grown son, and that son has a son who is learning to walk. We love going there and seeing the baby attempt his first steps. Seeing the family really makes it feel like home to me, and that’s really what Dairy Queen is all about.

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