Nice, Diana...that must have been heaven! My wife’s Dad, Mom, brother and her would go up at the start of the season and drop off the trailer. Dad returned to the Bay Area for work. I think he was able to get a total of about a month off during the summer to join them, then came back up to bring them back home. My wife always talks fondly of it. It’s amazing a middle class family in the SF Bay Area could do that.
These days, with the modern rat race, it’s out of the question. Most people are scared to death to take off two consecutive weeks! And nothing is affordable any more.
It’s a d@mn SHAME that so many people miss out on:
Beach bonfires wrapped in the arms of Mom or Dad or a Grandparent...
Catching fireflies in a jar...
Jumping off the dock/pier with wild abandon...
Fishing for Crappie and Yellow Perch...
Catching Leopard Frogs & Minnows (for bait)...
Drive-In Movies...
Ice Cream Cones at the Dairy Queen...
Bathing in the lake with a bar of Ivory Soap; because it floats...
Friday Night Fish Fry - with the fish you caught yourself...
Grandpa singing: “I love to go swimmin’ with bow-legged women and swim between their legs!” LOL!
Grandma ringing the Cow Bell to call you in for the night...
SAND in EVERYTHING you own, and...
You and everyone you knew, sun-kissed and smelling of Coppertone Suntan Lotion all Summer long. *LOVE*
Thanks for the memories! Such. Good. Times.
Glad they were mine...and your wife’s! Have her check my list to see if I forgot anything! :)