In 1970 when I was nine, and my younger brother Andy was two, we were living in Tucson, Arizona. At Christmas that year, it was decided that Mother, Andy, and I would spend the holiday in Denver with Mother’s relatives while Dad visited his family in Sheridan, Wyoming. I assume this is because my parents couldn’t agree on one place to spend Christmas. Looking back, I can’t imagine why we couldn’t have seen both sets of relations, since Sheridan is only about an eight-hour drive from Denver, compared to the mileage between Denver and Tucson.
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My Favorite Family Holiday Vacation #TuesdayTidbit #Jottings #Inspiration
abbiejohnsontaylorDecember 27, 2022
I hope you enjoyed my stroll down Memory Lane today. Thank you for reading.