My parents had a lot of fun together, especially when they got us grown up and out of their hair and started traveling unencumbered. I have many photos of trips they took in their camper or in Aunt Arliss’s and Uncle Roy’s RV. Here’s one from a stop in Utah.
My mother probably never dreamed that one day as a widow she’d travel to Utah again with Cousin Elenore–much less LIVE in Utah (THREE different times, but let me not get started on her nomadic lifestyle). I see while she was taking lots of landscape photos, she managed to catch someone checking her out:
Can you ID that animal?
My father used to tell us when he got old, we should just stick him in the Old Soldiers’ Home in Washington, D.C. When he said old soldier, I don’t think he meant a soldier this old.
Can’t imagine how she talked him into that touristy moment, but I like it because he’s not wearing glasses. It’s rare to find a picture of him in his later years without them. He had really bright blue eyes, and as a friend of the family recently wrote and told me, “When he talked about the three of you [his children], his eyes were filled with love, they just sparkled.”
That was a really nice thing to hear. Thank you.
pronghorn
Thanks!
UGH! Pronghorn Leghorn, just a mass of southern stereotypes… DOO-Dah… DOO Dah.
Foghorn Leghorn says, “That’s not, I say that’s NOT, a chicken but an antelope!”
You know what is sad… I think my pronghorn leghorn joke is freaking hilarious.
Our dogs think we’re hilarious, too, so what else matters?
I’ve always thought it must be wonderful to live in such a big country and be able to explore it.
I do love it–so much to offer. The only part I haven’t been to is the Pacific Northwest.
Go travel!
One day!