This was always the month that our four children and I made our sojourn to spend two wonderful
weeks with my parents in the home I grew up in, near the Rocky Mountains in Idaho.
It was normally thee highlight of the year, we did not have extra money for vacations so my
Parents generously paid for the flight to get us all home and treated us to lots of love and fun
And then there was Mom's heavenly baking-
Always, always a fresh batch of homemade sugar cookies, topped with
white pillars of frosting and waiting just for us.
I long for those times once again and I miss my parents.
Summer in the Rockies, such a sweet and magical time.
The older that I become, the more I long for a few weeks spent there,
where the scent of pine trees is the only fragrance I need.
Going home with the children probably should have seemed like work, but it never ever did.
It always seemed like a trip of a lifetime, I'd hurry scurry around purchasing doodle pads,
crayons, view finder toys (remember those) and new outfits for the big plane ride to the
I could hardly sleep the night before the trip even as I got older, because I was going home.
On the other end, Mom's end, she'd be taking special requests for her grocery list.
Her pantry was full of many confections and her freezer was too.
I remember one year the kids went crazy over fresh raspberries, cream and sugar with a
sugar cookie on the side, of course.
The traditional welcome home meal was always the same, and that was just the way I
liked it. Homemade mashed potatoes (from the garden-it is Idaho!) fresh peas or beans
gravy, beef roast, and homemade Parker house rolls, topped off with Iced Tea.
All of the kids loved to go to Porter's, it was a shop of many wonders.
Each of them got some "mad," money to spend as they saw fit at the shop of wonders.
Mom would load us all up in her car and slip a Patsy Cline cassette into the cassette player,
and away we would go.
By the end of our visit all of the kids nearly knew every song that Pasty sang by heart.
Yellowstone National Park is only about an hour and half from where I grew up.
So it pretty much became a tradition for us all to go through the park every Summer.
Well, as we kept adding on more children, Mom's care seemed to get smaller and eventually
we all couldn't fit in it.
This didn't stop my Mom, she rented us a Van from Ugly Duckling Rentals for the trip through
Yellowstone National Park.
It wasn't a luxury Van, it was more of a Van that looked like it should be transporting inmates.
To this day I can see it all and it makes me laugh.
These were great Summer Vacations, thanks for walking down memory lane with me!
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