![]() ![]() I was young enough that when we passed through the town of Sandwich, my mother teased me that we needed to escape before we were eaten. 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.
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