Always Better in the Retelling
By Evelyn David
for a week of sun and fun. Back then, Rehoboth was a little less honky-tonk, a
little more family friendly than neighboring
But to get to this little isle of paradise meant traveling down the
(designed by the devil himself when the traffic is heavy) and then take Route
13, which at the time was a two-lane road. In other words, travel on a slow-moving
parking lot with three kids under ten who have been stuck in the car for hours
and it is no one’s finest hour. That particular summer, the final two hours
stretched to four, and when we arrived at our rental, we were underwhelmed to
be sure. We expected
better than a worn-out trailer.
room, kitchen, master bedroom and bath were on one side of the house with two
small bedrooms on the other. Running down in between was a screened porch. In
answer to why I didn’t know this before plunking down a week’s rental – the
Internet wasn’t what it is today and there were no virtual tours. The backyard,
which I envisioned as a place for outdoor games post-beach, had been planted with
succulents so it was the equivalent of trying to play catch on a field of
cacti.
it was two blocks to the beach, so hubby gamely unpacked the car, and we headed
off for all that fun in the sun. The late afternoon sky was a little dark, but
nothing too ominous, but I should have picked up the hint that all was not well
in paradise when the lifeguards blew their whistles and signaled by touching
their calves, that no one was to go further out into the ocean than about two
feet. Still, the two older boys raced into the water and the little guy, then
not quite two, ran to catch up. Hubby sprinted after him just in time to see
him knocked down by a wave breaking on the shore. He scooped him up, carried
him up to our blankets, and the kid promptly threw up all over us.
remove the ton of sand we had collected in our 15 minutes on the beach,
involved walking over the succulents, to a chorus of screams, and rinsing off
in ice cold water, accompanied by more screams. Dinner was the usual affair of
complaints about the food and I was more than happy when we’d put all three of
the kids to bed. I couldn’t take much more of this fun. And then the skies opened up.
of storm. Thunder, lightning, hail, driving rain, tornado-like winds – all
traveling down that screened-in porch. Within seconds, all three boys were
flying into our bedroom and hurling themselves into our bed.
announced to my husband that I wanted to go home. I’d had it with vacation.
calmly announced that he had just driven seven hours in a car filled with
mini-terrorists, had paid a small fortune for this place in paradise, and there
was no way on earth that he was getting back in the car the next day to repeat
the adventure in reverse.
headed out the door for the fantastic fresh donuts available scarcely a block
away. Later we strolled down to the beach and built sand castles, jumping the
mini-waves at the shore’s edge as the water was still rough. We had a beach
picnic (the crunch in the peanut butter was from sand), flew kites, walked the
boardwalk, played arcade games.
about the indoor hurricane the first night in Rehoboth.
the social director on a rocky cruise ship trying to make sure we didn’t run
aground. But when I look back on those days of disasters and triumphs, when I
hear my grown kids howl at the recounting of those family vacations, I wouldn’t
trade one second. Well, maybe the vomiting, but that always elicits such laughs
in the retelling, so maybe not even that.
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Undying Love in Lottawatah- Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
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Summer of 1994, Carnival Cruise Lines, E. coli in the ship's water supply. Everything you've heard about that cruise line is true. That was my final cruise.
Suzanne, how awful. Those memories don't get better with the retelling. So very sorry.
Thanks for stopping by The Stiletto Gang.
Evelyn David
There's always something that goes wrong on a vacation, I think the E.coli would be the worst. Next week I'll write about tent camping across the U.S. and back again with 2 teens and 1 pre-teen.
Sounds like quite an adventure, Marilyn. Looking forward to hearing about it.
Evelyn David
So funny, Evelyn.
My biggest vacation horror was the time my late first husband and I took the two junior high kids and the brand-new baby to the Ozarks. It was our only family vacation in that 18+-year marriage and a disaster. It rained the whole time. In spite of my pleas (I'm claustrophobic), they insisted we go into the huge caves.
Finally, my husband had always wanted to tour this zoo safari park. We were in a little Fiat. We paid and drove in to find that the animals weren't behind fences by the road, but wandering across and around it. A small herd of water buffalo larger than our car surrounded us and almost toppled the car over. Then they fled because a pride of the biggest lions I've ever seen came out and around us, and we were stuck because the earlier rains had turned the dirt road to mud. The older kids were having hysterics. I was cuddling the baby to my breast and praying. My husband was cussing. The big male lion started nudging and rubbing against the little car, shaking it more each time. Suddenly, the tires get traction (the lion must have shaken us loose), and the car shot out from under him. They weren't happy to lose us and shadowed us all the way through the park until we passed back out into the other end of the parking lot. We ran into the gift shop/ticket office for much-needed restrooms and so I could scream at someone for sending us out there to our possible deaths.
A different employee was shutting things down. Turns out no one was supposed to be allowed in at times like that when the road's muddy. The guy who did it had quit. He took our entrance money for himself. They didn't know we were out there and would have left us locked in all night with the animals if we hadn't made it out when we did.
Linda — promise that story will end up in one of your books! It is amazing.
These family vacations do build memories, for sure
Evelyn David
Yes, Evelyn, it probably will. It was one of the absolutely scariest times in my life. The kids laugh about it now, and I try to when they do, but not on the inside. They never knew how close we came to ending our family right there.