We used to take trips to Maine every summer, which is Mom’s home state. That trip was the highlight of the summer months. We always left in the evening, around 6:00 p.m., after Dad got off work. Mom would have spent the week before packing and making sure everything was just so. When Dad got home, he’d load up the car, and my brother and I would grab our pillows off our beds, and crawl into the back seat, both of us talking non-stop. Dad would drive all night, staying awake by taking “No Doz” smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee from a thermos. Eventually I would fall asleep, and only wake up if we stopped for gas or at one of those shiny diners, where we’d go in and sit on pastel colored bar stools. My parents would order more coffee, and hot chocolate for me and my brother. We would stop in Connecticut the next morning, spend the day and night there with an aunt and uncle, before we made the last leg of the trip to Maine.
Dixie and her family have traveled north too, except, unlike us, this is a place they’ve never visited before, where they will meet relatives they don’t really know. They are going to New Hampshire, their own Mama’s home state.
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
Mama wanted to visit all her old haunts, all the places she’d been growing up.
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