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Carol Perkins: On the Road to Family This is part 1 of a 2 part series. The second installment is Carol Perkins: Thanksgiving with the Grandchildren By: Carol Perkins The road from Edmonton to Austin is a long and boring one, but the end results make the journey worthwhile. At the end of the road will be my son and his family. The family I see every three months, and making this seventeen hour trek is a means to an end. Why don't we fly? The prices of tickets have jumped from $250 per person to over $400. We like to have our car and we actually don't mind the journey once we get started. Guy would probably not agree since he does all the driving. He says I frighten him. I am ok with that because I'd rather ride and read. Carla and her son like to go with us. Her husband likes to stay at home and watch football. We all win. We get to travel with our grandson and daughter and Mark gets to glue himself to the TV and take care of their new puppy who chews his pant legs. The road between Edmonton and Austin is dull. The only highlight is crossing the Mighty Mississippi and reminding Joseph of the adventures of Huck Finn. He wants his own raft someday. Don't we all. The road through Arkansas is uneven and bumpy. So bumpy that the DVD shakes to the point of stopping and restarting. We watch it anyway. Joseph played Minecraft until his eyes watered. I insisted he give it a rest. Guy said to leave the boy alone. If he wasn't playing the game, he was pretend shooting bad guys hiding along the interstate. Each generation is going to pretend to shoot something and they all don't grow up to be killers. Texarkana is our stopping point. Even with the best laid plans, we never arrive until after midnight. What is a ten hour drive turns into a twelve hour one with stops to eat and go to the bathroom. This time we made a few pre-Black Friday stops. Guy timed us. Each year we cook together. Carla, the master chef, prepares pies the night before the meal. I put the turkey in a bag and walk away the next morning. She is enthusiastic about cooking; I have done my do. Beth provides the supplies and cleans up. I had rather be in charge of the turkey. Eme, the only granddaughter, finds herself helping Aunt Carla until she thinks of something better to do and then she is off. The boys rumble in the backyard in the seventy degree weather and Jon watches football. Because some stores now open on Thanksgiving night, Carla will be out and about, exploring new territory. Nothing is more fun for a shopper than a new town. Beth will join her on Black Friday. I prefer to enjoy the kids. As you read we are not yet in Austin. We are eight hours away. Guy is rousing everyone and playing HAPPY PAPA because mornings are good to him. Carla is trying to wake up Joseph and I am having coffee. The road will be a long one today, but at the end will be three excited children ready to hug their Kentucky family. They have already called with the "how much longer now?" Those are the sweetest words in a granny's ears. "Not very much. We'll be there soon." CiCi can't wait. (I am CiCi) (Part 2 coming soon) Carol Perkins, the writer of this popular CM Column, is an author, owner and operator of Main Street Screenprinting, 601 S. Main Street, Edmonton, KY, Phones 270-432-3152 and 270-670-4913 and is co-host of Susan (Susan Shirley Chambers) & Carol (Carol Sullivan Perkins) on 99.1 The Hoss, regularly live at 10amCT, each Tuesday. Watch CM Events for topics/guests on the show. This story was posted on 2014-12-07 08:16:20
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