
I remember visits where I would stay with my Grandma, my Uncle Norm and his clan or my Uncle Gene and his brood. Sure, there'd be the brief bout of home sickness, but it was nothing that a trip to the park or some Cadbury candy bars couldn't fix.
You know, now that I am a parent with a 3-1/2 year old I have to wonder if my folks didn't bundle us off to get some peace and quiet for a week. Hmmm... I stayed with Uncle Gene in the Summer of 1963 and in March of 1964 my sister, Amy, was born.

I feel sorry that she won't get to have the fun of spending lazy Summer days with her relatives as I once did.

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