tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post5621872172830008225..comments2024-03-29T11:42:44.511-04:00Comments on Writers Who Kill: Summer VacationJim Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15090252530437277145noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-76919701843610451972016-07-24T16:34:46.452-04:002016-07-24T16:34:46.452-04:00Warren -- that's very special.
Julie -- To re...Warren -- that's very special.<br /><br />Julie -- To remember from age three is impressive and I give your parents great credit for schlepping a three-year old along on that trip.<br /><br />Tina -- Antietam is a special place. I can see the "Sunken Road" and "Burnside's Bridge" in my mind.<br /><br />Gloria -- You've had (and continue to have) some great family trips.<br /><br />Margaret -- The Cape is a wonderful place, although I have to admit to liking it before and after tourist season quite a bit better!<br /><br />Oh Kait -- you've reminded me of one of the many reasons I'm glad I wasn't brought up Catholic, although the year all the kids went through catechism was something of a horror because the priest was one of those hell and damnation types. However, when it comes to beautiful cathedrals, no one does it better and the ones in Montreal and Quebec City are especially interesting. Montreal was my granddaughter's favorite part of the trip.Jim Jacksonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15090252530437277145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-66886487251608728812016-07-24T15:02:50.158-04:002016-07-24T15:02:50.158-04:00What a wonderful blog, Jim. I am super jealous of ...What a wonderful blog, Jim. I am super jealous of your Boy Scout trip. Wow. The furthest we got to go with Girl Scouts was the Delaware Water Gap where we camped for a summer. In a Girl Scout Camp. <br /><br />What did your granddaughter think of Canada? That was my first foreign trip too. To Quebec. Where my mother had me go up the steps of Ste. Anne's on my knees. She walked alongside me having done the knee climb in her own first trip to Quebec as a child. That and the fact that my French was completely understood (my mother's maternal side were French Canadian) were the highlights of the trip.<br /><br />You've given your granddaughter memories that will last a lifetime. Kaithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07758348842858993203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-27305405619635213732016-07-24T14:07:47.714-04:002016-07-24T14:07:47.714-04:00Summer vacations at my grandparents' Cape Cod ...Summer vacations at my grandparents' Cape Cod cottage. During my college summers I lived there and commuted to a restaurant kitchen job on my bike.<br /><br />I used the same setting in a recent short story.Margaret S. Hamiltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07979191318652199350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-1893600578292388832016-07-24T12:58:58.337-04:002016-07-24T12:58:58.337-04:00Jim, when I was growing up I only went on a few ca...Jim, when I was growing up I only went on a few camping trips with my parents, however I lived in the country and was used to nature. When I got married, my husband and I started going on trips. Then when I was expecting my first child, my parents,and siblings still living at home, joined us. From then on we went on two week camping trips with pop-up campers throughout the eastern United States and into the mid west, too. We visited museums and historical places like Mount Vernon and other places in Washington D.C., Monticello, Shenandoah National Park, Gettysburg, the Smokey Mountains, and too many places to mention here. All this was done camping along the way, and with my four youngsters, too, even when they were babies. The only state in the east I've never visited was Rhode Island. Once with friends we traveled west and hit Missouri, parts of Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, Utah, where we rode mules and horses down Bryce Canyon, Rocky Mountain National Park and then headed home so our oldest son could make the Boy Scout Jamboree in western PA that year. That was the first time I saw the Grand Canyon. Pictures don't do it justice. It's the same with Yosemite National Park, the views from up high, and the Sequoia Grove have to be experienced in person. While on a Pacific Coast trip camping with my siblings, I saw the Dawn Redwoods for the first time. That was one of the most awe inspiring times. Now when I co to CA to visit my youngest daughter, it always includes a trip to the redwoods. <br /><br />I have seen too many places that stay in my mind to list them all here, but like you, Jim,<br />I enjoy quiet places, which is why I live where I do, and now when I camp with my siblings or my youngest daughter, we camp in tents in forested areas, too.<br /><br />Gloria Aldenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13581719606924364447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-52666791159204319242016-07-24T12:12:01.990-04:002016-07-24T12:12:01.990-04:00One of my favorite road trip wove through Antietam...One of my favorite road trip wove through Antietam, so I share your sense of quiet awe in those places. Awe is not the right word, perhaps. The battlefields are parks now, and peaceful. Nature has her way once again. But the cannons remain dark against the green, however alive it is. Thanks for sharing -- may the seeds you planted find fertile ground.Tinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05843235860651070479noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-74761283330434472382016-07-24T10:29:08.203-04:002016-07-24T10:29:08.203-04:00I love long road trips, and I credit the summer va...I love long road trips, and I credit the summer vacations of my early childhood - one year, my parents drove from Kansas to Oregon and down through California with three-year-old me. Though I don't have a lot of clear memories of that trip, I do have impressions - horseback riding at my great-uncle's, the first time I dipped my feet in the ocean.Julie Tollefsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01579825918764925361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-69541743888159195412016-07-24T09:31:25.390-04:002016-07-24T09:31:25.390-04:00I used to spend a week by myself with my grandpare...I used to spend a week by myself with my grandparents. It was great. They lived on a farm and raised corn and hogs. They also milked cows. I can still smell bread baking and taste freshly churned butter.Warren Bullhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07789270258599769915noreply@blogger.com