All right Brother, so we're going to start airing the dirty laundry are we?
I think back to what I can remember of that trip and recall it as one where I was chronically on Father's nerves. "When are we going to get there? I'm hungry! I'm thirsty! I need to pee. When are we going to go home?"
I fully agree that Mom quite likely might have caved just to shut us up and I was given the opportunity to imbibe a delicious ice cold orange pop. The part about you taking the high road and getting a water I would politely call BS. Pretty sure you had the same thing, difference was you could handle your soda and I evidently could not.
Naturally I chose the most inopportune moment to get nauseous. Fortunately for me, it was unloading time, the time where everyone on board basically had to walk past where I had chosen to throw up. Why fortunately you might ask, well I'm nearly certain that had there been no one around, Dad may have understandably taken the chance to simply toss me overboard.
Anyway, he obviously counted to ten or took a deep breath or did whatever he needed to do to dig deep and keep his cool.
Perhaps he just said to himself, "Time will take care of everything".
M
We are truly grateful that your dad chose not to toss you overboard!
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ReplyDeleteBert , Found in Linda's diary we all had some sort of flu that week. Took Jim to Souris PEI on July 14 to see a doctor Kassner for medication . Boarded ferry at 2 pm on July 18 /75 but no mention of anyone loosing their cookies.Mom said she would not go camping again.Ended up in fort Louisburg after an otherwise great trip.
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