Trips

Growing up my family took trips, mostly to see the extended family. Grandparents and cousins in Wisconsin and Minnesota, had reunions on both mom and dad's sides. I remember dad miscounting how many ice cream cones to get, shorting himself. Once he didn't realize the drivers window was up and smashed the cones I to it.  One time we could find an ice cream place but found a place that had milk in bottles like soda pop, we thought that was cool so got lots of chocolate milk.  Visiting dad's sister's in southern Minnesota we lost my brother out the car door when we did a quick turnaround, boy did he look surprised sitting there on the ground.  We lost mom's purse on this trip going down the road.  When dad got the new van he got home late on Friday and we walked down the driveway through the snow just to ride around in it.  We wanted to show it off to the grand parents and dad in his worked all day then drove two hours home drove the four hours to see them.