LeeAnn, I believe it was '69, the summer before the 7th grade for me. I started school a week late...even more traumatic than having chocolate milk spilled on my white shorts. 😉🤗
The eject button, imagine! Such a great poem, delicious tiny details that make me want to smuggle onboard. The back seat in our car could hold 6 if we each had a kid sit on a lap. Seat belts were for wimps!
This poem has got it all. I think you could add "I left the squirrel pillow at a Holiday Inn in Van Horn, Texas; I was devastated" to this poem, right before the last sentence. Just a thought. Please let me know if this kind of comment is not welcome but I mean it in the best way possible. Wes
Those were the days! Somehow we survived!
Probably 1968. I was born in 63. My mom would remember. It was probably the summer before I turned five in September.
LeeAnn, I believe it was '69, the summer before the 7th grade for me. I started school a week late...even more traumatic than having chocolate milk spilled on my white shorts. 😉🤗
We should find some of those photos from the trip when we're in Dallas in a couple of weeks.
Yes! That would be fun.
The eject button, imagine! Such a great poem, delicious tiny details that make me want to smuggle onboard. The back seat in our car could hold 6 if we each had a kid sit on a lap. Seat belts were for wimps!
Love this one! Takes me back. Only we had a wood-paneled station wagon. I would have liked to have been ejected, too.
I remember those wood-paneled station wagons. There used to be a seat in the very back that faced out the rear window.
Memory lane, sweet …. And those bloody vinyl seats, l remember them 🤣
This poem has got it all. I think you could add "I left the squirrel pillow at a Holiday Inn in Van Horn, Texas; I was devastated" to this poem, right before the last sentence. Just a thought. Please let me know if this kind of comment is not welcome but I mean it in the best way possible. Wes
You are not at all out of line. I value your suggestion.
What year was that, 1967?
Your thighs would be so sweaty! 🥵
Oooh , I love that last line!
Nothing like the memories of family. They stick with you.
Thank you so much for the kind words
I love those ending lines! They bring everything together.