Christmas in July (August..whatever)

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Going through one of the many collections that have taken up space in my life and cupboards for nearly 30 years I decided to display the shot glasses on a little shelf.  I was washing them and reminiscing about where we purchased them. Some were gifts so I get to live those memories of trips to Paris and many tropical islands vicariously.   The best ones were the ones we bought on our own trips. New York, Boston, New Orleans, Texas, Florida. A few from his single days. Then there were the ones from Santa’s Village and Storyland.  Really? We bought shot glasses on these family trips?  I don’t recall doing that. I do recall wanting to drink. Badly.  For those of you who don’t live in New England, Storyland and Santa’s Village are in the beautiful White Mountains of New Hampshire located conveniently near each other. So near that after spending an entire day trudging through one, the little cherubs are sure to spot the one you didn’t visit.  Parents, you know how that goes.   We are approximately 3 hours away.  Most people would spend the night. Maybe do one park each day over a weekend. Not Mr. Frugal. He liked making it a day trip. We would leave the house at 6 or 7 a.m.,  my sister and her family coming along in their own car, drive for three hours, stop a few times to pee, eat, pee, puke (not me.. Thing 3). Finally we would arrive.  Complain about the gate fees, take a few forced family photos (one of them of my nephew even made it into the book Awkward Family Photos  – true story), walk until our feet were bleeding, buy over priced toys and souvenirs (I bet those shot glasses were not cheap!).   Storyland was just what you would imagine.  Like speed reading a children’s book on acid.  Santa’s Village (where we invariably visited on a day when it was 90 degrees with 100% humidity) had many of the same rides but with a Christmas theme, a fully suited Santa (he had to have a fan in his pants.. I don’t know how he survived otherwise), singing elves, mangy reindeer.  All the stuff of great childhood memories.   After a full day, we would pile the sweaty, tired kids into the car and reverse direction.. puke, pee, eat, pee.

So yeah, buying the shot glasses.. no memory at all. Wanting a drink (or three).. like it was yesterday!

If I had it do to all over again I would in a heart beat and I can’t wait to take my grandchildren. 🙂

Here’s the little prince  in the picture that made him famous. In my family alone we have about a dozen copies of this book.

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I’m sure he was just mad because we made him let the little one drive. She looks like she’s having fun, but she was probably talking smack every time they were out of earshot,.

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11 comments

  1. rachaelsladylumps · August 23, 2013

    I LOVE this post! We are also about 3 or 4 hours away from Storyland and Santa’s Village and have been talking about taking the kids there next year! I busted out laughing at the “speed reading on acid” comment!

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  2. lmarieallen · August 24, 2013

    I could use a few shots myself today!

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  3. Elyse · August 24, 2013

    Ho ho ho. There just isn’t anything else to say.

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  4. Jackie · August 24, 2013

    This is such a coincidence. Just yesterday some co-workers and I were talking about buying shot glasses everywhere we went and have quite a collection. I don’t anymore because the person I would buy them for is no longer deserving of a shot glass. I buy myself coffee mugs instead. Love you and wish you the best.

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    • mainelyhopeful · August 24, 2013

      That person to whom you refer is deserving of a different kind of shot. Love you too 🙂

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  5. Wife After Death · August 24, 2013

    That photo really made me laugh. It’s a corker! X

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  6. The Presents of Presence · August 25, 2013

    Giggle giggle ~ funny post! 🙂

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  7. miltonia10 · September 15, 2013

    Love your humour. Hope you are well.

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  8. Patricia Ouellette · December 22, 2013

    Just doing a little late night reading and decided to catch up on your blog.I actually have the copy of the book that he gave to his Mom. Including his handwritten note tucked inside. Since everyone already had a copy I thought I’d keep it. I know how much it meant to her and how funny she thought it was. In fact when we took the boys bet and I snapped pictures of them with this clown. Although Justin was the one who informed us he’d had a paint job. I typically have the book on my mantle but currently have it decorated for Christmas. I miss her so much but am grateful for every memory. Looking at his picture reminds me of her, our talks, and our day trip. ❤

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