May 27th, 2006
Road Trip at Thanksgiving
by Rose Ferguson
I remember that one year my parents took us to Detroit for Thanksgiving. It was supposed to be a surprise for my grandparents, that all their children and grandchildren would be home for Thanksgiving.
I had sprained my wrist on the playground at school, and I had some sort of soft cast on my arm. We drove up in my dad’s tiny hatchback car instead of renting a car, I’m not sure why. I got to sit on the end the entire time, never having to sit in the dreaded middle seat, because of my injury.
My dad had us practice saying “Ciamar a tha?” all the way up to Detroit, to say to my Grandpa when he saw us.
I don’t remember how the “surprise” went off, I was only 9. I do remember sitting at my grandmother’s table for Thanksgiving dinner, and Grandma cut all my food up in tiny bites for me. I had to eat left-handed because of my arm.
I can remember going up, but I don’t remember the trip home. Like all trips to Detroit, the best part was getting and being there, not going home. Playing the license plate game with Kevin and hearing Dad sing “Are we there yet? (no it’s just a stop sign) Are we there yet? (you’re driving me out of my mind)” which I am still not sure if that is a real song or not.
My grandparents: Hughie Ferguson and Greet Macdonald
My dad: Dave Ferguson, Hughie and Greet’s son
Kevin: Rose’s brother