They’ll Be Coming Around the Mountain

Up until now, I have always written about my Mom's family, and believe me there is still more to come, but I wanted to tell you how we ended up so far away from where my Mom was born, Cranbrook, Ontario, Canada. Because of my Dad's health, we moved to Orlando, Florida, when I was just 3 ½ years old and that was over 50 years ago. I don't remember that particular trip, but as we got older and went back home for visits, I can remember having to 90 up and down and around mountain after mountain to get there. None of the four lane highways were built back in those days. Dad liked to travel at night because the traffic was not as bad and, I'm sure, because of two chatty little girls in the back seat. At least we would be asleep most of the night. The roads were so narrow and winding. We could look out the window and see straight down the side of the mountain. It seemed to go on forever and ever and was really scary for my sister and me. However, if you looked up at the night sky, you could see all the pretty stars shining.