I remember them.
Living in NJ as a child we grew up waiting for our trips to PA. That was who we were, on the inside. I often had a challenge trying to explain that my family lived in Pennsylvania. What family? Your Mom Dad and brothers are here, do you mean your grandparents? Well, yes, them and my Aunts Uncles, great Aunts Uncle, and cousins... endless amounts of cousins. The cousins, were not just people you know of.. my cousins are my people. Generations of our family I can see in my mind. I have loved generations of these families and we are all bound by history that tells us... Don't let it go. It surely isn't perfect, there are small pods of people that may have some issues, yes that's true. I can say, I'm sorry about that. But in reality, we always come back. So my memories of Christmas eves driving with my siblings and parents to get to Wilkes Barre and the unbridled excitement. Mom told me a story the other day, I'd like to share....