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My father did not like driving. Oh, he got himself to work and church and drove my mother back and forth for shopping. But you didn't ask him to pile his five kids in the car and go on road trips.
Unfortunately for him, his sister had a cottage on Lake Erie, about an hour from our home. So occasionally on a hot weekend after sufficient whining, Mum would pack a picnic lunch and a thermos of Tang and off we would go.See the full content of this document
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Putting Up the Pool Was a Rite of Summer
The summer I turned 8, my mother's sister and family of seven were planning to visit for six weeks. I think Dad panicked at the thought of getting tha...
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