It’s Our Turn Now

Tim Snyder (Creative Commons)


When my siblings and I were growing up, we would take turns spending time with our maternal grandparents during summer vacations. Nana and Pop-pop lived on a lake in Tamaqua, PA, and they spent their summers enjoying time with their grandchildren. We loved the lake. Lived for those weeks when we could not only be with our grandparents, but also be in the beautiful rolling mountains and enjoy the great outdoors of Northern Pennsylvania. My grandparents took us two by two, and my brother Kevin was usually my vacation partner. Our parents would pack up the two of us, and then load all seven of us kids in the station wagon, and we’d all drive to an ice-cream shop in Gettysburg, which was about halfway to my grandparents’ place.  Nana and Pop-pop would drive down to meet us.  We’d all hang out for a number of hours playing and enjoying ourselves, and then we’d go our separate ways; some of us to the lake – some of us back home with Mom and Dad.

Earlier tonight I left the lake house with my Mom and drove her half the distance to her home in Springfield to meet my brother so he could drive Mom the rest of the way home. Mom no longer drives, yet she loves to spend time at the lake, so we have devised a half-way system where we can get Mom to and from her two homes.  We met my brother at a Dairy Queen and enjoyed ice cream and catching up, and then Mom and Sean went their way, and I drove back to this much-loved lake house. (If I could live permanently anywhere on earth, it would be here at the lake. During my transition and period of studying, it is here my dog Brock and I mostly call home.)

After saying good-bye to Mom and Sean, on the way back to the lake, I realized it’s our turn now to do for Mom what she and Dad so lovingly did for us years ago … even though it seems like it was just yesterday I was fishing with my brother on Lake Hauto in Tamaqua, PA. It’s poignant and beautiful all at the same time, especially when ice cream is involved! It’s our turn now.

peace friends,



1 Comment

  • Jonathan says:

    And when I was young my grandparents weren’t able to do that for me, but my own parents were old enough to be grandparents and my much older sisters served in parental ways. So now, as a grandfather, I like to do grandparently things with our grandchildren.
    To one at five years old: “Did you know that those pine cones came from North Carolina?”
    Five-year-old: “Those pine cones came from God.”
    Moral of the story: tell the whole truth.

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