Another American Adventure: Memorial Day Weekend

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Memorial Day Weekend

We're staying close to home this weekend. The weather has definitely turned summer.

We caught a car show in Wexley. We rented a boat to explore Moraine Lake this morning. Locked the keys in the car at the Knob Hill Park (that took a while to resolve), and then winded up with a swim at the pool at our apartment complex, which just opened this weekend. Jubilee got a bath with the hose.

Hard to believe that cars looked like this in 1950 - the year I was born.

Moraine Lake State Park.

Jubilee kept her eye on the shoreline.

An eagle's nest.

4 comments:

BarbaraMay 29, 2011 at 3:57 PM
I remember cars like that. We had a Hudson Hornet, I think, that looked similar. They were roomy and comfortable cars. Heck, I remember cars having runningboards!
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Sally ClayMay 30, 2011 at 2:37 AM
I remember those cars (I was born in 1941). My mother had a bidg old Hudson, and then we got a station wagon which had a body of real wood.
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Sally ClayMay 30, 2011 at 2:38 AM
It was a big old Hudson.
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beth cioffolettiMay 30, 2011 at 5:51 AM
Yeah, I remember running boards too! My Dad always had to have a Chrysler - he and his brother had some kind of competition going on, his brother had the Cadillacs. Once, about the mid to late 50s, we got a big blue Chrysler with big fins on the back. I actually felt embarrassed by the car when I got picked up from school on rainy days because all the boys would whistle! I also remember those decorative "holes" on the front fenders. My sister and I would drop rocks down them.
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"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.