I am not sure when I realized that I love to travel, but I am fairly certain that my love of travel is due, at least in part, to Grandma Reid’s influence. We were always going somewhere, whether it was a shower, wedding, family reunion, or to call on one of her customers. She used to pick me up from preschool from time to time, and I would go with her to visit her customers. She sold women’s clothing for over 40 years. In fact, Grandma’s career outlived several different women’s clothing companies. She had a loyal customer base mainly consisting of farm wives and housewives who liked having her come to their homes to show samples and catalogs. On one such trip, one of her customers gave me a kitten. I couldn’t keep it at home due to the fact that Mom is allergic. Instead, the kitten became an outdoor cat at Grandma and Grandpa’s house. It was during these early childhood years that I became one of her favorite travel companions.
As I became a teenager, I spent my summers working directly with Grandma on a near daily basis at my parents’ canoe livery and campground. Even though Grandma sold the canoe livery to my parents back in 1977, she and Grandpa spent their summers at the canoe livery with us. She is the one who taught me customer service and what it means to run a business. We also had fun. After she passed away, Dad stated in his tribute to her that she was a “big kid at heart.” This could not be more true. I think of all the times we would go for ice cream (she adored ice cream), all the trips to Lutz’s Funland (a local small amusement park long since closed), the putt-putt golfing adventures, the latest movies, and more. She was a big influence in our lives because she wanted to be – and my parents allowed her to be.
After I could drive, and Grandma is the one who taught me how to drive, I would spend long evenings working with Grandma at the canoe livery. Occasionally, I would spend the night at her home, especially if we had something planned the next day. In earlier years, I loved spending the night at Grandma and Grandpa’s house due to the fact that Grandma always liked to stay up late. I have fond childhood memories of watching Johnny Carson with her. That would never fly at home for several reasons, but I cherish those memories. Grandpa, like my parents, would go to bed much earlier. In fact, when I was older and we wouldn’t come home until later in the evening, Grandpa would leave notes for us – his gypsies. He always addressed us as his gypsies. I have never forgotten that. Grandpa Reid, Dad’s step-dad, did not like to travel. In fact, he was content to stay home and cut wood during the winter or maintain his garden during the summer. I think that he got a kick out of Grandma and I always being on the go. I miss them both and think about them daily.