That car had a banquette front row, anyone remember those? I probably wasn’t even wearing a seatbelt – yikes. I remember one year when I rode in the front seat, nestled between my mother and grandmother. My grandmother did not drive so she generally travelled with us on day one of the summer. I wonder now what he ate during the week while both his wife and mother were away as he really wasn’t a cook! Funny how I never thought about that until now so many years later. Someone had to work! Oh those Sunday goodbyes were so sad, watching Dad hop into his caddy to head home. My mother, brother and I were the lucky ones that spent the entire month, while my father joined us on the weekends. For my first 12 years, until I happily shipped off to sleep away camp in the White Mountains, my family spent the month of July with my grandmother at her summer home down the Cape.
