31 Day Blog Challenge – Day 4
My hometown is so small I can’t even name it as such on Facebook.
Harrigan Cove lies at exactly at 44.93333 latitude and -62.29917 longitude – this will help you find it in case you blink on the way through.
I had a wicked childhood playing in the acres of woods in our backyard. It seemed there was always some kind of trouble to get in and when we didn’t have friends or cousins to play with we had each other (my brother, sister and me).
The first memory that came to mind when I read this prompt was how every other weekend my cousin Pam drove down from the city to visit her parents in Moser River.
Pam’s first stop was to pick me up. I’d get home from school, pack my bag and wait in our big picture window for her car to arrive. On a good night she’d pop in before 8 and we’d make the five minute journey to my aunt & uncle’s place.
Pam would basically exchange me for her mom and the two of them would head back to my parent’s house for a visit. I would stay with uncle Merle and his hidden stash of candy (which included Toffee – still my favorite candy treat today) and watch Friday night crime dramas. MacGyver and I think I remember one about a guy with a hawk.
Dad usually made his way down and it would be the three of us. I loved it then and I love the memories of it now.
When P-funk drives me a little crazy and playing with her feels like work, I think about my cousins, like Pam, who made it a point to be apart of my life… give a little sigh and deal an extra freakin’ hand of UNO.