Worst Vacation Ever

As a kid there were five kids in our family and Mom and Dad, we went on vacation once. Mom said we were going to Florida and Dad said Louisville, Kentucky. We ended up in Gettysburg Pennsylvania.

The transmission was dropping out of the car and that sort of limited the distance that we covered. Then there was the small matter of money, we didn’t seem to have enough to get as far as Gettysburg much less any other destination. Some place in Pennsylvania Dad found a Beneficial Finance office and borrowed a few hundred dollars so we could complete the trip and get back home. Very spontaneous and off the cuff that was Dad.

It was just enough to spend a few nights in a hotel and visit a few local attractions. We drove up to Hershey Park and checked the price on going in then took the free factory tour and skipped the amusement park side of things.

In Gettysburg I wanted to visit the Wax Museum but that just wasn’t in the budget. We all crammed into a tiny efficiency hotel room and watched black and white TV shows.

For lunch one day we had bologna sandwiches on Wonder bread while sitting in the car. It rained cats and dogs, and the A/C didn’t work. The Wonder bread was so damp your fingers went right through it. The baloney was was warm and the mustard warmer. Andrew Smith was all of about two years old and cranky, not a pretty sight at all.

Best vacation ever.

These posts are a tribute to similar vacation stories written by my nephews.

Eyeglasses

There was a boy with eyeglasses and he hated them. His dad had him working one day on the house and he slipped those glasses down inside the wall and told his parents that he lost the glasses.
Years later he told his wife and she told his parents what happened to the glasses.
Merry Christmas Uncle Bob.

The week in review

This week on my way into work I was stopped behind a school bus waiting for the kids to get on. At one house there must have been four or five kids but this one boy just sat on the steps. He was maybe eight years old or so. His sister came back off the bus and tried to get him to go on the bus, but he wouldn’t budge.
After a few minutes the mother came out and she talked to the boy as well, but still he was not going on the bus. No how no way.
Finally the mother takes him under the arms and picks him up. He is kicking and hollering the entire time. As she gets him to the bus door and trues to push him in he makes his escape.
Running down the yard behind the house and out of sight, we didn’t see him again. The mother finally gave up and waved the bus off.
We didn’t see him out front waiting for the bus for the rest of the week.