Comments on: Road Trip at Thanksgiving http://www.cousinagamfhein.net/archives/61 Stories someone told about somebody Mon, 19 Dec 2011 15:52:06 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: Gillian http://www.cousinagamfhein.net/archives/61/comment-page-1#comment-33 Gillian Tue, 30 May 2006 00:18:40 +0000 http://www.cousinagamfhein.net/wordpress/2006/05/27/road-trip-at-thanksgiving/#comment-33 I remember I had to sit in the middle the whole way there and the whole way back. I also remember how excited Grandma and Grandpa were to see us. And how Dad and Bruce kept teasing her by saying, "If only <em>Artie</em> were here," over and over again. I remember I had to sit in the middle the whole way there and the whole way back. I also remember how excited Grandma and Grandpa were to see us. And how Dad and Bruce kept teasing her by saying, “If only Artie were here,” over and over again.

]]> By: Dave Ferguson http://www.cousinagamfhein.net/archives/61/comment-page-1#comment-32 Dave Ferguson Sun, 28 May 2006 02:41:27 +0000 http://www.cousinagamfhein.net/wordpress/2006/05/27/road-trip-at-thanksgiving/#comment-32 Rose, This was the year that we moved from the townhouse to the house on Gainsborough Drive. That was around 1988. If that's the right year, Kevin was about to turn 5, and you would have been 8. One reason we decided to make the trip was that no one was expecting it -- we'd just moved into the new house on the first of November. That's one reason we didn't rent a better car (or a bigger one): we couldn't afford it. We had two cars at the time: my Dodge Colt, which was pretty new, and the much older Plymouth Reliant (which was not). The Colt was slightly better looking than this picture (you'd be surprised how hard it is to find pictures of 20-year-old crummy cars): <div style="text-align: center"><img width="350" alt="1987 Plymouth Colt" title="1987 Plymouth Colt" src="http://dougandkris.com/doug/colt.jpg" /></div> So that's why the five of us crowded into the Colt for the 540 mile trip (one way) from Fairfax, Virginia, to Detroit. I had checked with my brother Bruce so we'd be sure to know where Thanksgiving dinner would be. And we parked a little out of sight. We sent you and Kevin to the front door, telling you to knock and to ask what time dinner would be. It was a terrific visit -- everybody had a good time, and you and Gillian and Kevin did well to endure the 540 mile drive back home. Rose,

This was the year that we moved from the townhouse to the house on Gainsborough Drive. That was around 1988. If that’s the right year, Kevin was about to turn 5, and you would have been 8.

One reason we decided to make the trip was that no one was expecting it — we’d just moved into the new house on the first of November. That’s one reason we didn’t rent a better car (or a bigger one): we couldn’t afford it.

We had two cars at the time: my Dodge Colt, which was pretty new, and the much older Plymouth Reliant (which was not). The Colt was slightly better looking than this picture (you’d be surprised how hard it is to find pictures of 20-year-old crummy cars):

1987 Plymouth Colt

So that’s why the five of us crowded into the Colt for the 540 mile trip (one way) from Fairfax, Virginia, to Detroit.

I had checked with my brother Bruce so we’d be sure to know where Thanksgiving dinner would be. And we parked a little out of sight. We sent you and Kevin to the front door, telling you to knock and to ask what time dinner would be.

It was a terrific visit — everybody had a good time, and you and Gillian and Kevin did well to endure the 540 mile drive back home.

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