Wednesday, December 1, 2010
I used to love to go to their house...just getting there was an adventure. You turned off onto this little windy dirt road that hugged the mountains and hoped you didn't meet anyone going the other way. I was prone to car sickness so it seemed a long way to their farm but probably was only a couple of miles.
Once we got there, it was a kid's paradise, though. There were my five boy cousins and all they were into (they had a box of comic books under the bed!). I especially remember my aunt's homemade mincemeat pie with whipped cream straight from the cows. There were animals and always kittens, it seemed. And there were the mountains (need I say more?).
Look how happy we all are! I'd like to step into the picture and relive it for a couple of hours.