At Home in the Poconos
|The old Weber-Buzzard farmhouses as it looked sometime in the 1950's.|
|Christmas at Grammy's house (circa 1979). My sister, Marylou, on left and me on right.|
Grammy was a depression era cook so many of our meals were made from whatever was on hand. I helped her make soup from the parts of the garden vegetables most people throw away...carrot tops and peels, turnip tops, onion skins, chicken carcasses and the like. I also remember eating venison, rabbit and even chicken fried squirrel. Of course this was long before I became a vegetarian but I still shudder to think of it. We made shoofly pie and lentil soup, picked tiny wild strawberries for homemade jam and blackberries for pies. Life was good.
Finding that our travels would have us passing through Pennsylvania there was no doubt that we would make time to stop and visit relatives that I hadn't seen in ten years. Ten years! How does that happen?? One reason is that the old system...the "American Dream" we are all so familiar with, doesn't really care about family other than to pressure us into thinking we can buy material goods to bring happiness into our lives. I was "given" 2 weeks of paid vacation from a job I gave over 60 hours a week to. Unpaid vacation was discouraged with phases like "you've already used up your 2 weeks of vacation" as if taking time off without pay was impossible.
So, with only 2 weeks of vacation to spend out of 52 per year how on earth could I decide where to spend them. Do I go to Alabama to visit my parents where they had retired? Do I go to Pennsylvania and visit aging grandparents while there was still time? Do I visit my sister in whatever state the Army had decided to send her? Or how about my childhood best friend in the DC area? What if I really wanted to take that camping trip to Yosemite or Burney Falls or Bodega Bay? Do I go to Cabo for my friend's 40th birthday or go 'home' for Christmas? Or maybe I shouldn't even take my vacation but instead, cash in my days to pay off an unexpected debt incurred to fix my car.
When Clark and I got together the problem was compounded because he too had friends and family spread throughout the U.S. The decision to go fulltime has actually made it possible to visit practically everyone. Of course not having jobs (other than a little freelance writing that I do online) has been a huge help too but after meeting so many fulltimers who are still working while they travel I suspect this lifestyle has helped many others reconnect with friends and family.
|Our campground view.|
We stayed in Scotrun RV Resort which accepted Passport America and was situated halfway between family members on top of Mt. Pocono and those in Stroudsburg. When we booked it I hadn't realized that it was only a couple of miles down the road from the riding stables I had worked at after high school (I had graduated from Eielson High in Alaska and promptly moved to Stroudsburg to live with my Grammy and Aunt Bea...it lasted 9 months. I then moved to Southern California to train horses).
|The old Carson's Riding Stables (now Paradise)...where I earned $50 a day (cash) back in 1988.|
|I spent a lot of time here feeding, grooming, saddling and cleaning.|
|How would you like your eggs??|
|This might be the ONLY time I was ever waited on at the diner.|
|I should have listened to the sign before I ever set foot inside as an 'employee'.|
|My dad along McMicheal's Creek...probably around 1952.|
|Along McMicheal's Creek|
|A little yoga at my late Great Uncle Turk's house.|
|Hiking along McMicheal Creek|
We made time to visit with my Aunt Beatrice, Uncle Sonny, Cousin Mary Kay, Aunt Joy and had dinner with my Cousin Tina, her son Matthew and his fiance.
|The gang at Barley Creek Brewing Company.|
|Me and Uncle Jim|
|Our old family homestead...|
|At the Old Mill.|
|The Old Mill, which dates back to 1729, was once in our family (the Fenner's who rebuilt it in 1800)...now it's in the National Register of Historical Places|