I am an only child, and when I grew up my two cousins Bronwyn and Deirdre were around my age and they lived in Boston. We spent a lot of time together as my mum was raising me on her own, and she worked for Aer Lingus and her sister lived in Boston and also worked for Aer Lingus so it was easy for them to put us on a plane and sent us to Boston and Dublin during summer holidays. I have the most amazing memories of snowy winters playing in the drifts and sliding down the small hills in the Apple orchards, and hot winters trying not to get sunburned (blonde hair and white, white skin!), swimming for hours and hours every day and catching cat fish in the pond in the apple orchard.
Anyway, to catch up with my cousins, was great a but what I enjoyed most was staying with my aunt Imelda and getting to spend time with her. OMG what a lovely time we had, my kids tried hard to trash her house and I was on constant alert to keep our bits and pieces to a minimum, but however hard I tried the two small girls did what they wanted and amused themselves throwing her yoga ball down the stairs and running laps of her house, up one set of stairs, through all the bedrooms and down another set of stairs! Imelda walked our legs off, showing us around Harvard where she works, we fell in love with the area and the houses, the lovely quaint village athmosphere and Harvard Yard!
So today - on this 4th of July, 1 year later, I think fondly of that day, the family, the lovely weather, the kids running and playing, the lost shoes!!! What fun it was and a new memory firmly embedded in the section of the brain saved for special happy days!
Happy 4th July!