December 9, 2007

My maternal grandparents lived in a tiny town on top of a mountain in West Virginia and, occasionally, we would travel to spend the holidays with them.

Back in the early 1960s, the Interstate system wasn’t what it is today. Instead, to get to the top of the mountain required navigating through twisty, curvy roads that dipped and spiraled up the mountainside. Not a fun ride in the best of conditions. But to travel them in the winter was even worse!

One winter, my family got stuck on the side of the mountain in a snowstorm, and ended up spending the night trapped in the car. The six of us huddled together to stay warm and, the following morning, my dad was able to get help and dig us out. I guess it’s fortunate I don’t have very many memories about that night. Otherwise, I’d probably be horribly phobic.

Years later, my family has scattered even more. Occasionally, we still travel to and from each other’s during the holidays, but most of the time it’s by airplane.

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