The girls were growing up so quickly. Their grandparents had never even seen Susie in person. And I don’t know any grandparents who would find photos of their grandchildren an adequate substitute. Not even close. There may or may not
Harry and I pow-wowed about ways and means, and laid plans. Harry would not be able to go because he could not be spared for two months during camp season. He would miss us less while we were gone. Or so we believed.
And so one sunny June day Harry took us to the airport and helped with luggage. We kissed him good-by at the gate, and the girls and I boarded a jet plane bound for New York City.
Looking back, I think I had temporarily lost my good sense taking two such young children on my own. But it seemed like a good idea at the time. Susie had to sit on my lap the whole trip, and Susie was still nursing, Bethy had a seat of her own was a great help keeping her sister entertained. Both girls were reasonably well-behaved (as opposed to the infant behind us who cried. A lot.)
We arrived in New York about seven hours after we left but having gained some time as we flew. Two sleepy small girls and I were overcome by the size of the airport. Family members were there to pick us up and take us to Pennsylvania. Our summer adventure had begun.
I remember that! Not the huge airport, but being here without Daddy and wondering if every plane that flew overhead had Daddy in it. 🙂
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Awww…I remember you missed him a lot.
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Seven hours on a plane with two young children and a crying infant behind? I’m surprised you retained your sanity! Er… you did, didn’t you? 😉
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Bwaaaha. Then I had to deal with my mother and my youngest who didn’t want anything to do with her.
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Oh dear! That sounds… difficult!
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An adventure, I tell you! But flying is such a… *gags* I’m ready for the next part!
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the professor doesn’t like to fly? You need to talk to Iron man.
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Well, if I had his suit I’d fly.
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How cool would that be?
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MM has a better suit than that, you know.
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Really you say? I like him better anyway.
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Yes, me too. It’s his voice.
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Which wouldn’t also be yours, right?
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What do you suppose?
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I think there is a good possibility.
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*laughs* It is wise of you, for sure.
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Aww..yes, I love that feeling. The coming home feeling.
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And it changes while you are gone but is always the same.
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Yep. I’m fixin’ to go home again for a visit in a two months. Life will look different once again, yet the same.
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Glad you can visit them!
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Wow, you’re brave! I hope this story will be continued. 🙂
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It will…too much for one post. I have pics, too.
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How brave your were to do this, Suzie! Oh, I cannot wait to hear what happens in this adventure. I’ve got the goosebumps!!! Love, Amy
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Thank you Amy. Sometimes I wonder what happened to that woman who was so brave and fearless. Then I remember that I am still that woman.
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*sigh* I feel the same way too, Susan. It seems when I was younger doing certain things was no big deal. Now it seems, in this present time, they do seem like a big deal. Oh for the irony of Life! Love, Amy
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Well, I don’t have the energy that I did, but I’ve always been one who took her time going through life. It tends to annoy some people, but it’s who I am.
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Then you are in good company because I seem to annoy others too. GRIN! LOL
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It’s a fine art, you know what I mean? 😀
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Exactly!
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I always enjoy your writing Susan!!
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Thank you. That is encouraging!
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