Except for new, yet cranky, tire, our reunion trip was uneventful. Hugh went with us this year so we met him in Asheville and, therefore, had a new route and new scenery. Bruce and I decided we like it better. Anything to avoid Atlanta traffic . . . .
The sidewall of the tire gave out about 10 miles west of Evansville. At least I had two fellas to change it. We limped into Fairfield 30 miles away on the baby tire and headed for the local Wally World for a replacement. It was the only tire place open on a Saturday afternoon. I would think tire shops would be rather busy on a Saturday — but what do I know? We thought the tire guy was going to cry when he saw the amount of tread still on the relatively new tire. However, stuff happens and we just bought a new tire and drove across the road to the motel.
Needless to say, our cousins were absolutely delighted to see Hugh as it had been some years since he had attended and no one knew he was coming. We enjoyed the lively and humorous conversations! There’s nothing like a hearty belly laugh with people you love. The weather was even not too hot — a rare occurrence in August.
A surprising discovery was that there are several variations of Grandma Hubble’s famous ham loaf recipe. Who knew? Now I won’t rest until I try the new versions. Then I can make an educated recommendation next year to the cousins. Oh, if only we could ask Grandma. Better yet, I wish she could just bake it for us. Hers was always the best.
From Woods to Words 