It didn’t matter where
we were going
It was the ride
that created our memories
singing in the back seat
– the songs our
mother taught us –
“Hey, Hey Good Lookin”
and “I See The Moon”
it was the journey we
always remembered
—
The Pub is open again at d’Verse and were writing Quadrilles about a journey.
rhymeswithbug 
precious moments are these when such memories are created….
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Such lovely and precious moments penned down so beautifully 🙂
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Summer holidays are made of this! A lovely vignette and insight!
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Thanks!
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Alas I remember more the way the vinyl stuck to my skin… maybe because we should stay quiet in the car…(and why I always preferred the destinations).
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Ah … you’ve brought back memories of summer road trips I thought long gone!
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Yes, it was those carefree rides during summer. You brought it back for me Candy, thank you.
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most welcome 🙂
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Ah the carefree summer days of the wind in our hair, arms entwined and singing loud! 🙂 Enjoyed this very much!
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Yes. Life is all about the journey. What a nice memory you’ve noted here.
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What a sweet nostalgic memory. Mine might have included back seat fights and, “He’s touching me!” lol
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Such a familiar picture you have painted! Always enjoy your words 🙂
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Thanks so much!
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A journey you can take in your mind as often as you please, Candy. Love this thought!
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What a delight! I was an only child but shared the back seat frequently with two teenaged aunts or my grandmother. We still had fun and sang and played I Spy….you have brought back happy days with this.
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The fun is in the journey! Very nice 🙂
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So much truth in your words. The destination is just a bonus at the end. It is the moments journeyed together that hold the love, nurturing and precious memories.
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Thanks, Mish 🙂
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Lovely and joyful!
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Oh yes, sometimes we forget that it’s those disregarded times in between the “important” stuff that turn out to be the ones that really matter.
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This brought to mind all sorts of memories of those journeys to vacations, in the back seat where the AC never quite made it…if there was any.
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I love these memories…and I remember that song too “Hey, Hey, Good Lookin” (watcha got cookin). 🙂 My mother used to sing a lot back in the day too.
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big smiles
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Yes, me too! 🙂
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