What journey you ask? Well once upon a time there was a Little Girl … who lived in a Little Cottage … by a Little Lake … and um, in a Little Amusement Park … and when she grew up she was asked to write a Little Memoir …

Enter my look-alike Aunt Lois … my Dad’s youngest sister … also known as Little Lo … as opposed to my other Aunt Lois who, regardless of what her size might have been at times was never called Big Lo. She was called by her complete name out of respect …

Here is her picture … hmmm … this reminds me of something …

At any rate, she was asked by the local museum to write her memoirs of growing up living in an amusement park / resort. And she asked me to help her with her memoirs … You know, I always wondered if insanity ran in the family. But I digress.

So when I woke early this morning I was looking forward to the new experience … and the Journey Begins … right after I lay down for a minute here and … fall asleep for an hour.

Waking up a half hour later I called to let her know my new schedule, packed my new jammies and headed out the door.  And the journey begins … again.

Filling up with gas, I realized how dirty the outside of the car was. I can’t go up there with a dirty car … so off to the local car wash … NOW the journey begins, right?

As I started, and was laughing at what had happened so far, I realized that I have never done an entry from anywhere other than my home base … so I pulled off the road and quickly typed a few notes here in my trusty netpad … but NOW … oh wait … the phone rang. Once quick call later I was once again on the road … journey … begin … right.

Further down the road I began to munch on some donuts I had picked up when filling up the gas tank … nothing like Gas Station Donuts for the old diet … and I pulled off the road to type a few more notes and questions for later in the day.

Right in front of some absolutely huge Windmills. As the trucks whizzed by I typed quickly I looked up at these Bat Killing Monstrosities (delete delete delete) … Energy Producing Devices which loom large atop all the surrounding hills here in Pennsylvania … with their whump whump whump sounds.

And I took a picture …  in case New Jersey wants to know where their electricity comes from.

Once again I took off for parts unknown … pulling out quickly to avoid the trucks whizzing by …. and the Seltzer Water … fell off seat … onto the floor. This is going to be a problem … but for now … the journey begins … two hours late … but still …

At this point I decided to call a few friends to let them know where I was going … and the trusty Tom Tom spoke … I missed a turn? … I know … talking on the phone … not that I would talk on the phone while driving … bad holly … , holly.

Pulling into Punxsutawney, I decided what my February 2nd entry will be about … … statues … Gobbler’s Knob is just a field in the off-season … I even have a title … The Groundhogs of Jefferson County … ala The Bridges of Madison County.

A groundhog crossed the road in front of me on the way out-of-town … it’s a sign …

After about three of the four hours of driving, I got really thirsty. Thirst is thirst … and I had to have something to drink … so I grabbed one of the cans of seltzer water that had been rolling around on the floor … The operative words here being “rolling around” … with predictable results … oh well … I’m drip dry.

I am entering this at the local McDonalds here in town … the man in the booth behind us … my Aunt and I … just struck up a lively conversation and invited us both to the local ballgame in a week.

“Oh I’m sorry, we will be in Maine that week” she responded.

“Maine? Isn’t that in Canada?” he asked …

Oh my goodness … the crazy funny stuff … it happens to her too … I knew this had to come from somewhere.

Now they are talking about the upcoming Polka Mass … the wha … ??? Back to typing here.

When I first got here this afternoon, she expressed concern that there would not be enough material to provide an interesting story. “I don’t think there is enough for a book … just a few one liners …” she fretted.

Lets see …

Growing up in an Amusement Park … with a mother who eventually remarried at age 72 … who was a Carney Barker, a Bail Bondsman, and a political Committee Member, in the forties and fifties.

Nope, no material there …

** Aunt Lois just read this and says Grandma was not a Carnie Barker … thats for Carnivals … this was a Summer Resort Amusement Park. All due apologies …

Like I said … insanity … family …

And the journey begins …