I Need a Vacation!!!

Good morning!!

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We are now home, thanks be to God.

Ya know, when we were kids, my mother could pile us into a car and drive us up to the Guadalupe River in the Hill Country north and west of San Antonio.  There, we would enter into a wonderful world.  We had a little cabin all to ourselves.  And a wonderful river and creek to swim in.  And, three times a day, we went to the main house where Mrs. Willa Crate, wife of Harry, cooked up, on a wood stove in the Texas heat, three times a day, such wonderful meals that even my mother staved her fearsome criticism and just kicked back and enjoyed for two weeks.

Think what that meant to my mother.  She could read novels and chat to the other ladies and gentlemen.  She could walk in and eat meals served "family style" at our own table, prepared and served by a wonderful cook and her little cadre of minions.  She could relax and bask in the knowledge that her kids were safely in the out of doors, battling no more than the usual snakes,spiders, scorpions, hornets and wasps that were our companions out in nature.

After two weeks we packed our stuff and headed home. If we were lucky, we stopped at the St Anthony in San Antonio for a few days where my mother got another treat--hotel meals for a few days, and they were wonderful then.  And we all got to walk to the sights--to the Alamo!  And even more historical, to Joske's!! and to Frost's!!  And there we purchased the missing essentials  for our fall wardrobes for Brownsville--you know--cottons, sundresses, maybe a sweater.  Some new shoes....

Then we drove home. Our father was never with us then, as he was busy having his vacation at home.  When we got back, my mother was rested and fulfilled (although I never remember her buying anything for herself) and we plowed into another year.

This vacation that Theodore and I just got back from, and thank you God for getting us back OK, was nothing like that.  We got wonderful hospitality from the sisters.  We got a huge disappointment by not getting to Iowa.  We ate Texas food that I'll be telling you about.  But--a vacation? It  was nothing like resting for sure.  HASTA MANANA, YAZZYBEL