8 KIDS!
Myself - only 3 siblings=4
Every summer we’d travel in the station wagon on 2 to 3 week vacations. Normally to see Dad’s family (N.D., Minn) planned trips to other parts of the nation along the way. Usually we’d camp along the route, spending one night in a motel, for a break in a long week.
LOL at your story of the drive-in. Remember Dad being out of town and Mom took the 4 kids to the drive-in to see McClintock.
When relaying the story to dad, upon his return, brother told him it was a movie with bad language. Reason: it had 2 damns and a hell (spoken by whom, not quite certain, probably JW.)
A nightmare at times, the camping portion was a learning experience. Camped in Canada for a week and fished every day. BEST FISHING EVER! Caught a large Northern Pike. After placing him on the rope stringer, sat and watched him till we landed on shore once again. By that time, he had bitten the stringer almost in two. Made arrangements to ship the fish home, in ice, and when the family made it back to Dallas, we had a huge fish fry. Still have that fish head. Dad had it bronzed (similar to Baby Shoes). How we managed to keep it was a miracle. The tear in his mouth is easily seen and he might have easily escaped.
Great story, VK!
That’s quite a fish story... but I believe you!
Fresh seasfood and shellfish is what i miss most about living in the cold Northeast.