"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die." Keep reading our story....
Ruby55 says:
I can remember going to see them on our 18-day trip from Winnipeg, MB to San José to Yellowstone and back. We got home roughly a week before I was headed out to Paris after finishing high school. Some days were torture with 6 people in a car–without seat belts of course. I was 18 my sister 7 and the boys were 12 and 9. I think we passed by Lake Tahoe as well but I think it was after an all-night drive with just a few naps for my father here and there. I think he may have been the *only* driver.
On September 9, 2006 at 4:09 am