I heard some good stories last week, as my mom and my aunt reminisced about their childhood.
- Mom almost braining a neighborhood boy with a croquet mallet because he kept trying to kiss her.
- How many people packed into some of the homes in which relatives lived.
- The drunken exploits of older family members, such as:
- The inability of certain family members to drive the over-sized land boats of the 50s and 60s.
- Uncles riding in the back of a work van with a keg, drinking and waving to them.
- Driving the Toyota wagon up to the camp in Roxbury with Aunt Betty holding me in the back seat, swaying back and forth with the ride.
- Revisiting the now-legendary privations Uncle Bryan suffered at Camp Holy Cross.
Meaning is Free 