The ice cream was homemade . . .
It’s been about thirty years since my grandmother and I took a bus tour of the US East Coast, visiting major cities in Massachusetts, New York, Maine, and New Hampshire.
A few months ago a few pages of her travel notes were discovered. They had been ripped from a small spiral-bound notebook and stapled together. These are the scratched-out notes that she took while we were on our trip. I imagine somewhere there is a scrapbook where she transferred this information, neatly written, alongside postcards, ticket stubs, and other ephemeral gathered during our journey.
Grandma’s notes bring to mind the sights, and sounds, and tastes from that trip as well as any photo. She made notes about the city, and the weather, and most importantly the food. As a dietician she was very interested the local foods; clam chowder in Boston, a lobster dinner in Portland Maine for [only] $7.95 and somewhere, near Plymouth Rock, we had ice cream that was homemade . . .
I used one layer of Kim Klassen’s Zuzu texture on the photo above.
Grandma Helen