Seems appropriate to play this…
Anyway, Maggie says:
I am in Florida visiting family and I fly home tomorrow. I am already dreading saying goodby to my family. These thoughts are what inspired the topic this week. This week’s prompt is: Saying Hello and Goodbye
Did you live close by or far away from close family or grandparents? Very close. Mom’s family in particular: Walkie and Hicks (Mom’s parents) and my aunts (Mom’s sisters) lived within walking distance. Mom’s brother Jack and his family lived relatively close (maybe a half hour’s drive). When Walkie died and Hicks remarried, he didn’t move far. After Dad died, Grandma Holton and her sister Florence moved about a block away from us, and her brothers lived in the neighborhood. I could go on, but you get the idea.
How often did you see or visit extended family? Frequently, usually at least once a week, sometimes more. In fact, in seventh grade my reading teacher was my godmother, Fabulous Auntie Jill.
Was the coming together cheerful and celebrated in some way? Oh, for certain! It was always a big deal.
Which relative did you enjoy seeing the most? Why? Grandma and Florence, for sure. We were very close. Grandma and Mom were very close.
Were there relatives you dreaded visiting? If so, why? Absolutely not!
If you were the visitor, was the trip short and easy or was it a journey? A couple of times a year, we’d go visit Walkie’s sisters, Marie and Cash, who lived in South Shore on the south side. That was a bit of a trek, an hour there and an hour back. We spent a week with my uncle Tom (Dad’s brother) and his family a couple of times. They lived in Mantua, Ohio, and Mom would drive there. The first time we went, Mom had only been driving a couple of months. Grandma was with us, and somewhere along the Indiana Toll Road, she said to Mom, “Bunny, I hate to sound like a mother-in-law, but aren’t you going a little fast?” Mom checked the speedometer, which showed she was driving at over 90 mph. (Speed limit was 70 back then…)
Were your visits short or extended? If extended visits, where did you sleep? Bed, sofa bed, couch, floor? Most of the time, just a day. When we visited Tom and his family, we slept on cots in my cousin’s playroom.
When it came time to leave, was it difficult to say goodbye? Not really. By the time we left, we were ready to go.
How often do you visit extended family now? Never. They’re all in Chicago, we’re here in Atlanta, and my physical limitations make it practically impossible to travel.
If you could see a relative who is no longer alive, who would it be? Why? My father, of course. After him, Grandpa Holton (who died in 1939) and Dad’s sister Eleanor (who died before Dad was born). Dad’s been gone 55 years now. Hard to imagine.