After several days of work I finally said goodbye to my classroom for the summer. Books are back on the shelves, supplies are put away, charts are off the walls, and there is very little sign that learning takes place there for most of the year.
Having that work behind me allowed me to begin to kick off summer with some of my favorite events. I joined the 48 Hour Book Challenge, planned summer learning, filled my Shelfari shelf with books I hope to read (both pleasure and professional), and started filling my calendar with times to catch up with friends and family.
Today I started with the first road trip of the summer. Each summer my dad waits until I have my classroom closed down and then we take a day to drive to Logan County where he grew up.
There's nothing quite like a road trip with Dad. We kick off our trip with a coffee stop and then visit the cemeteries of relatives, place flowers on several graves, stop at a local farmer's market, tell stories of generations before us, drive by my great grandmother's old lake house, and of course stop to eat at the Tilton Hilton.
|Picture via IndianLakeArea.com|
Why didn't I take a pic? Goodness.
|My great grandma|
(that's me on the far right)
Visiting Grandma at the lake we had a lot of freedom. We were able to go fishing, take pedal boats out on the water, walk to the beach to swim, shop the local candy store, and play in the tar bubbled streets (cars never went down the road). Grandma didn't plan to eat at a certain time. She didn't plan to be anywhere at a certain time. She just had time for you. We'd paint ceramics, play games, laugh over stories, and eat whenever we were hungry. My dad tells some of these same stories about time spent at the lake.