My son and I took the 63GT out for 102 miles today, all on secondary roads here in rural Kentucky, including a few miles of gravel. First we went by my deceased maternal grandparents' home; a mid-1800's log cabin with later upgrades, it now sits empty since around 1990, and is becoming dilapidated. We walked around on the property, peeked in the windows, looked underneath, and I pointed out several things of interest, like where the out-house used to be.
Next, we drove several miles to a 182 farm we lived on with my paternal grandparents, till I was around 4-5 years old. I showed him the route my older brother walked, about two miles, to school till 2nd grade. He'd rendezvous with a couple of friends about half a mile from the house, then they'd walk the rest of the way together. My dad, now 91, went to the same school till he, "graduated" the 8th grade. It was a one room school, and grades 1-8 were taught there, but there is no trace of the school anymore. My older brother still remembers the teacher's name.
Next we stopped by my maternal great-grandma's old home, now vacant since the 1980's, and dilapidated. I showed him where the grape vineyard in her back yard was, where us kids would eat grapes till our bellies ached. Then a few other points of interest, and more back roads all the way home. I have probably showed the above sites to my son half a dozen times over the years but, probably out of politeness, each time he acts as if it were the first time.
Yep, it sure was a nice day to exercise the Stude. But more importantly, a good opportunity to enjoy some quality father & son time.
Next, we drove several miles to a 182 farm we lived on with my paternal grandparents, till I was around 4-5 years old. I showed him the route my older brother walked, about two miles, to school till 2nd grade. He'd rendezvous with a couple of friends about half a mile from the house, then they'd walk the rest of the way together. My dad, now 91, went to the same school till he, "graduated" the 8th grade. It was a one room school, and grades 1-8 were taught there, but there is no trace of the school anymore. My older brother still remembers the teacher's name.
Next we stopped by my maternal great-grandma's old home, now vacant since the 1980's, and dilapidated. I showed him where the grape vineyard in her back yard was, where us kids would eat grapes till our bellies ached. Then a few other points of interest, and more back roads all the way home. I have probably showed the above sites to my son half a dozen times over the years but, probably out of politeness, each time he acts as if it were the first time.
Yep, it sure was a nice day to exercise the Stude. But more importantly, a good opportunity to enjoy some quality father & son time.
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