I heard the term often growing up, “Oh, they are just out for a Sunday afternoon drive,” my dad would say when we’d get behind someone driving a bit slow. And on special Sundays, it would be our little family out for that drive. Especially if we had been to my grandparents house where my folks grew up. I loved seeing the gymnasium where my mom used to play basketball and the creek where my dad would have fist fights.
he would always win, ya know! And yes, I even loved driving the distance of how far they walked to school in 8 feet of snow. My mind would try to see them in that place. Kids. But they were certainly not kids without cares. My dad was the oldest of eleven children. My mom was the second oldest of eight. There were many chores on their farms that had to be completed BEFORE walking to school. And then more to do when they got home. How did they do it? Did they complain? I don’t know. I doubt it though. It was just what they did to survive.
When hubby and I married, it was a relief to find out that he too, grew up with parents that on occasion, would venture out on those Sunday afternoon drives. We took our boys on those drives when they were still at home. It was great family time. Hubby and I still enjoy this tradition. Perhaps because on our way to nowhere, we never know who or what we might find ~Happy Weekend, friends ~ Be good to others, it will be returned to you ♥