Sentimental Journey – Doris Day
“Gonna take a sentimental journey and gonna set my heart at ease.”
“Gonna make a sentimental journey to renew old memories.”
The month of April brings several people to mind. First, I was born in April and my father was too. My oldest sister died in April and my husband did too. So, April has been one of those times when my mind wanders back to the past.
My sister loved to be in the garden and I do too. The dirt feels so cool and then warm, it is a mix that soothes my anxious soul.
My father saved anything and everything. From nuts, to bolts and old nails. When I think of him, I can still hear the pinging noise of old nails being thrown into an old coffee can. My favorite memory of my father is on the farm and him telling me to stand in the open fence area and “Don’t Move” while he herded the cattle to the other field. He’d say the cows will turn just don’t move and let them through the opening. So here I stand while several tons of running beef come toward me and I stayed (because I was told too) and they would turn and run into the other field.
One more memory then we will move on. It was 1968, the summer of love. The hippie movement was strong in Oregon and I was in the mix of it. I spent the morning taking down my princess bed with the canopy and ruffles and put my mattress on the floor. When my father came home from work he sat beside on my mattress and it looked like he would cry at any time. He said I had to sleep on a mattress on the floor when I was a kid because that’s all we had. He said he worked hard to make sure I had more than that now. That’s when I realized he was more than my father. He was everything to me, so of course, back went the bed, the canopy and all the ruffles.
I love that old man. He knew everything. He could fix anything and he could shame me into doing the best I could.
So here I am years later and I have a chance at this great adventure with a man who I have come to believe has a lot of the same characteristics as my father. We have some of the best times out on the road and I know that he will take care of The Old Soul and Me.
I have nothing this week that leads me to talking about RV inspections and how important they are. There is no connection between my memories and the fact that if you decide to buy an RV you should have it inspected.
There is only this little tidbit of advice and I know my father would agree. Don’t put a mattress on the floor when you’ve worked so hard to have a princess bed. Don’t spend your hard-earned money on a RV that isn’t the best you can afford and have it inspected! I have no advice or stories about RVs this week. I’m just being melancholy and thinking about the past.
I think you know that every time I write this blog, I’m going to recommend an RV Inspection but this week I’m just going on a sentimental Journey and maybe you should go with me.
“More Sentimental Journey – I never thought my heart could be so yearned. Why did I decide to roam? Gotta take a sentimental journey, a sentimental journey home.”
On to our next adventure,