Bus to Ohio. FAMILY. Cookout. Squishing into a car and riding on someone’s lap. Peter Frampton (aka “Frampa”) LIVE IN CONCERT. (Playing Soundgarden? TRUE.) Fireworks.
FAMILY. Swimming. Shopping. Driving to Minford and eating at the Dairy Bar.
Driving to North Carolina. FAMILY. Swimming (again). Walking around Asheville. Early birthday picnic for a soon-to-be 50-year-old aunt. FAMILY. Light hiking at the North Carolina Arboretum.
Barbecue and bluegrass at the Fiddlin’ Pig. You’ve got to like a place where the sign over the front entrance yells at you, “Y’all come!”
I’m struggling to put into words the other details of the trip. A visit to see my Mammaw Velma, who is losing the battle with Alzheimer’s. The intensity of catching up with family whom I haven’t seen for 8 months or 12 months or 2-and-a-half years. The way my aunts and uncles and cousins are perfectly happy to clamor over a crying baby. The shrieking laughter of a toddler as her older cousins splash around the pool. But those moments are hard to capture on film. So you’ll excuse the lack of photos. You’ve probably got your own versions of those memories, right?
Anyway, vacation’s over now. It’s back to the daily grind for me.