
There is only one thing that will single-handedly attract every single Keithly in the world to the intersection of Rosecrans and La Mirada Blvd. Well, two things if you count the “Dollar Theatre” (now showing movies, exposing you to gang stabbings, and sprinkling fiberglass onto your head from the ceiling for the curious price of $2), but the main attraction is Golden Spoon Yoghurt. In an earlier age, Keithlys had to travel several miles to Brea to enjoy this frozen, pseudo-healthy treat. Why would Keithlys go through so much trouble you ask?
The answer is simple: Grandpa is there. As the only living family member of the Depression-era generation, his surprisingly keen memory is a virtual history book on such subjects as 1950’s haberdashery (and how to this day it has not changed at all), race politics and soda-jerking. If you say something funny enough to Grandpa, he will remember it for a very long time—for example once a Keithly told him not to buy green bananas because he never knew if he’d be around to eat them, and he repeats this joke on a regular basis. His lexicon includes words like swell, crimony, jeepers, and gee whiz.
Another benefit to yoghurt with Grandpa is that he always pays for the yoghurt. Whereas at any other Keithly family function the person who takes too much food is ridiculed, at yoghurt Grandpa encourages gluttony by calling you a sissy if you order anything smaller than a large. Surprisingly for a man of his small stature, he routinely consumes an entire pint of frozen yoghurt before anybody else can finish eating a medium-sized serving. He considers it his lunch and some Keithlys wonder whether he eats anything else throughout the rest of the day.
The answer is simple: Grandpa is there. As the only living family member of the Depression-era generation, his surprisingly keen memory is a virtual history book on such subjects as 1950’s haberdashery (and how to this day it has not changed at all), race politics and soda-jerking. If you say something funny enough to Grandpa, he will remember it for a very long time—for example once a Keithly told him not to buy green bananas because he never knew if he’d be around to eat them, and he repeats this joke on a regular basis. His lexicon includes words like swell, crimony, jeepers, and gee whiz.
Another benefit to yoghurt with Grandpa is that he always pays for the yoghurt. Whereas at any other Keithly family function the person who takes too much food is ridiculed, at yoghurt Grandpa encourages gluttony by calling you a sissy if you order anything smaller than a large. Surprisingly for a man of his small stature, he routinely consumes an entire pint of frozen yoghurt before anybody else can finish eating a medium-sized serving. He considers it his lunch and some Keithlys wonder whether he eats anything else throughout the rest of the day.