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Michael Vale (It’s Time To Make The Donuts)

OKC Thunder Donuts

Sullivan with OKC Thunder Donuts made perfect with blue frosting.

Do you recall the short little man in the Dunkin Donuts commercials, the one who got up before dawn every morning to make the donuts? In a zombie-like state, he’d repeat over and over, “It’s time to make the donuts.” In one commercial, he runs into himself, only to hear, “I already made the donuts.”

Michael Vale and It’s Time To Make the Donuts

I loved this commercial, mostly because I thought the actor, Michael Vale, looked like my father.

Growing up, Sunday mornings were the happiest times of the week. My father would leave the house while it was still dark and head to the grocery store for coffee cakes. They were dry and yellow and dripping with white icing. Each square was dotted with red gooey filling, which I always ate around and then devoured in one swift bite.

The house was always peaceful on Sunday mornings, and I was always the second person out of bed. I’d awake to find my father dressed for the day and the cakes on the table, unopened. I realize now, he was waiting for me to join him.

I’d sit with my father and we’d eat our coffee cake until he slipped away to trim his mustache and put on his suit. He always let me pick out his tie.

My father would leave for church well before he needed to be there. And, then he’d preach and preach and preach, and Lord have mercy, sometimes it was so boring. Mind you, I was just a girl.

I recall my father preaching hell, fire, and brimstone but what I most remember about his sermons were the stories he’d tell about how God rescued him. He’d make a brief mention of his interludes with sin and what a terrible person he was before his “conversion.” I always wanted to know that terrible person – who drank beer and got into fights – the one who ended up in a sailor’s brawl that was so bad he missed his ship and missed Korea, got busted in rank, and missed dying.

And, here. I am.

I thought if I knew my father as he was before he found religion, I’d like the saved him better. These days of Alzheimer’s, I’m glad I got to know him at all.


On Saturday mornings, I take the kids for donuts. I know they’re fattening. I know they’re full of sugar. I know. I know. I know. Bridgy is not even two. It’s just wrong. But, in some small way, I am just thinking of my father. I am wishing he could be with us.

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  1. Anonymous

    Always went to baptish church, (indian church in Seminole county ), and i’ve been thru the burner, every church I have been to has been pushie, Iam searching, could someone please help this other door

  2. Yogi♪♪♪

    Sometimes it seems that the best things in life are the small things.

  3. jen

    @Oklahoma Girl – I needed to hear this today – that he is proud of me – more than you could know.

    @Andi – oh a small bakery that makes the classics – that sounds so good. Probably have to go to Paris. =S

    @WildBillyElliott – all of memories work together to form the perfect memoir. I had totally forgotten about how quiet those mornings were. I loved that. And, you’re right, no TV. Ever. I loved that, too. It’s the same in my house now, and I never put it together – as to why. My friend, Oklahoma Girl, always assures me that Dad hears me, and he heard you I love you today, which made me teary for sure.

  4. wildbillyelliott

    I remember those donuts, too. I would always look for the JELLY donut, and there was usually only one. This frequently caused a problem, because I was usually THE LAST person out of bed.

    I remember the smell of coffee brewing, a Sunday morning smell in our house. No T.V… Dad didn’t allow it to even be turned on on Sunday Mornings. Mostly there was just peace & quiet.

    To this day, when I smell coffee brewing in my kithcen, it reminds me of those quiet Sunday Mornings with our Dad and his Donuts (or “DO-NUTHIN’S, as he called them).

    Thanks for making sure there was a JELLY waiting for me most of the time.

    And thanks for teaching me that early Sunday mornings are for whispering & sharing fresh coffee and donuts with those you love.

    I love you, Dad.

  5. Andi

    I remember the coffee cakes, have not thought about them in years. I love donuts too, but rarely eat them. There are no Dunkin Donuts around, just Krispy Kremes which I don’t like, would love to find a nice small bakery that makes the classics…but that could be very, very dangerous! It is nice to carry on small traditions and honor old memories!

  6. jen

    @SARAH#SOULMOXIE – Did I read that correctly – your father was a Mormon Bishop? It really solidifies why I’ve felt connected to you in the Blogosphere all these months and why I missed those posts during your sabbatical!!

  7. Oklahoma Girl

    Memories have such a healing power & connect the past to the present. We take the good ones & mirror them for our children so that our good past becomes a part of their DNA. The bad ones we use as Life Lessons. I’m glad you take the kiddos for donuts. A little sugar is good for the soul, & I know that on some level your Daddy knows. He is very proud of you!!
    blessed be…


    YES! My dad was the ultimate heathen …until I was born. My memory is a Mormon bishop perfect if every way, shape and form. The stories I’ve collected…how they could help us all…I CRAVE the bad to good. ?? How to get it..

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