Easter. When I was young Easter meant spending the night at my grandparents’ house. My sisters, cousins, and I looked forward to the Easter Bunny visiting, while I am sure my parents, aunts, and uncles looked forward to the night off from children. Staying at Grammy and Grampa’s became a tradition that started when my mother’s younger sister, Alison, was still living at home. She was and always…
For over 50 years, my family has been frequenting Back Lake in Pittsburg, New Hampshire. Only miles shy of the Canadian border, it is our family tradition. It was my grandfather and his buddies who first started going up annually for a men’s fishing retreat. Over the years, it spilled into many separate annual outings that included their wives and children, their spouses, and close family friends. My parents…
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