After scaling mountains and firing past cornfields (the way mom drives...), we finally arrived in Blairsville, PA, home to the maternal side of my maternal side!
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| Three generations! |
Gram shared with us storybook-worthy tales about the old family farm, her eleven brothers and sisters, and the small town life she left behind to raise her own family.
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| Bonding with Great Uncle Stan and his "Froggie" ;-) |
And while I enjoyed meeting mom's long-lost cousins and the families they've built, my favorite part of the weekend was spending time with my own little clan (the tiniest of the bunch... sorry, y'all, no great grandkids yet!). If ever it was true that you turn into your mother, we are the epitome of the prophecy.
Our idea of the perfect girls' weekend? Mom, Gram, and I BYO'd the hotel's jacuzzi before braving a torrential downpour in search of breakfast-for-dinner and massive, locally-churned ice cream cones.
Yup, these are my people, and I wouldn't have it any other way!
L
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