Tantalizing. So much is about the smells of lake and ocean.
Pine, wet earth, the salty air, coconut sunscreen, high tide, my childhood home, my other childhood home.
We left Running Mate behind, packing and cleaning without us under foot. The Things miss him, achingly so!
The 13-hour drive was doubled by jumping jacks breaks — my response to their bickering. But all that falls away in the cold waters of home.
When others talk and write of ethnicity, this is what I reflect on. New England. My family is a broad mix of bloodlines. We identify with family and regional histories. And I want the Things to have that platform, too.
So we are a heartbreaking 3/4 of us as the Things hear stories about how Silas was followed home by a cat, how Pa drove a school bus for an integrated school near a military base in Maine while he was in college, how Big Nanny would let her children (my mother) cook potatoes right on the cast iron stove on cold Saturday afternoons. The one-room schoolhouse, the potato harvest that shut down the schools each fall so all could work, our potato inspector and grave-digger grandfathers.
Family stories are proven and re-proven to strengthen families, an Emory University reconfirmed this recently. Huffington Post published a “DYK: Do you know” questionnaire, and it was fun to go through it as a family. But the facts in the questions, the article points out, are not what’s relevant. It’s the time spent relaying them. You can follow our Maine travels and our neverending attempt to move to Maine, over on Facebook. Stop by and tell me if your kids know your family stories, and what they are!