Tybee Island Review


  This year I’ve been invited to go with Pamela and  her family to the World’s largest Tri-State-Gas Engine and Tractor Show in Portland Indiana.

    Last June Pamela invited me to go to Tybee Island GA with  her husband John, and their adult son Calvin.  We’ve met a few times over the years. I’ve always had my husband with me.

  This would be the first trip to visit them  after losing my husband in February 2022.

   I was riding in the backseat of their pickup with Pam, crossing borders going ninety to nothing.  Somewhere in Kentucky she looked at me and slowly said… “You know we are basically strangers.” 

   I hoped it was just a friendly reminder and not a threat. Can you take me to the nearest bus station?  I smiled and nodded.

  The second day at Tybee Island, Pamela got food poisoning, the bathroom was her best friend. She pointed at the door and said, if you want any fun or food,  it’s not going to be here You need to go with John and #3 son.  I was hungry.

   (Those may not have been her exact words but close enough.   I didn’t tell her at the time exactly how it made me feel... but after this trip... oh yeah.)

    I was standing in the Atlantic ocean warm waves trying to knock me down as I cried on the phone to my daughter, “Pamela’s in the motel spending more time with the toilet than with me. I’m here with her husband and son #3 feeling awkward and embarrassed. I don’t really know them.”

   My daughter was oh so sympathetic, “MOM chill out! Go get a margarita and ENJOY the beach.”  

  So I did!!

  (A few blogs about that trip are  archived in 2022)

  Fast forward to August 2023 

  "You are invited to join our entire family two of the five sons, one daughter-in-law, two grandchildren, Pamela's brother, his wife, their two daughters, one son-in-law and four grandchildren. We'll be primitive camping with only a generator for electricity for four days at the Tri-State-Gas engine tractor show.

   I jumped in my little car and flew up to join them. Last year at Tybee Island didn't kill me... I had no idea Pamela might actually try it this year....

  Next blog to be posted soon...

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