Road trips are a place to make memories and learn of other’s memories. Road trips are something we are familiar and comfortable with. Pack the car, settle the kids, charge off to the destination, a short stay, and return to home. This weekend followed the menu with one exception, no kids settled in the car.
Stopping in Ohio
We spent the first afternoon and night in Dayton, Ohio where we had dinner with Jennifer, my wife’s cousin. We did an after dinner visit with Ronald, Jennifer’s father–my wife’s 92 year-old cousin. For two hours, we listened to stories of Ronald’s years in Scotland and some from his years in the United States.
My wife, Jennifer, and Ronald exchanged stories until it was time to go. Before we left, Jennifer and Ronald treated us singing several Scottish songs. The visit was interesting and entertaining.
The next day we visited with my niece, Crystal, in Illinois. The hours sped by as I told some of my memories and she shared some of hers. They were stories of family and friends from mine and her youth. We sometimes strayed into stories of my siblings and my parents. Unfortunately, time was called, and we had to leave, leaving many stories yet to be told.
More Family Memories
I find it difficult to translate the enjoyment of hearing stories of Ronald’s life and sharing remembrances with Crystal into words. I relished learning of Ronald’s time in the Army during World War II and Crystal’s adventures on a three wheeler on School Street’s hill. But, melancholic at knowing when Ronald, Jennifer, Crystal, my wife, and I pass on interesting and fun stories of our lives will leave with us.
That is unless we share them with others. I can’t tell their stories, but I can mine. Occasionally, I will use this venue to pass them on.
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After reading a few of your posts, I realize that I don’t have a trip that I cherish. Military duty found me in some interesting places, with some memorable moments, like watching F-16s come in over the dessert and circle the Great Pyramids as I look out my from my hotel balcony, or sunrise on the Med off the coast of Sicily.
I guess my most cherished memory could be a visit to China in ’83. We were on a bus following a truck In the truck ahead were Red Chinese Army soldiers. They were all looking back at us as we looked at them. A few of us Americans waved. The soldiers began tentative finger waves and small smiles. The waves on both sides grew until our bus turned away. By then, everyone was grinning, waving, and shouting, “Hi.”
It was fun. Cheers
I enjoyed your comment. It was fun reading. Thanks for sharing!
A favorite duty station was Iceland. That might appear strange but all of my tours were shore-based or overseas. We lived, for a time, at the end of the runway in a Quonset hut. The alert fighters were F-4’s. When Russian Bear’s shot the slot between Iceland and the UK, we could watch the fighters start their run and see, hear, the afterburners kick in.
Just one fun memory.
I can relate. We launched the SR-71s out of Kadena. Watching them lift off by the runway’s mid-point, tuck wheels in well, lift its nose and kick the after-burners in as dusk was settling was always memorable.