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"The garage owner said until they could put the care upon the rack, they could not tell us the extent of the trouble or just what is was, and since it was Saturday and getting late they wold have to get any parts that might be needed before the stores all closed. Also is was so terribly hot there for us to have to wait for an definite time, he sent us on to the motel. First telling us that as soon as the repairs were made he could bring the car to us, but he warned us we might have to remain over Sunday and with a big grin aided "and possibly Monday" saying they like to keep nice people there as long as possible. We went to the motel, had a shower and a nice nap before dinner. About an hour and a half later there came a knock on our door and it was the boy from the garage with our car. To our great relief the damage, "No brake fluid and a minor adjustment necessary". Carelessness on hte part of the man who did the last service job before we left home. So we were out just $7.03. Again this was an answer to prayer, for had it happened when we were going through Atlanta in a driving, blinding rain on Saturday afternoon, bumper to bumper traffic and no place to go off the road, a serous accident could not have been avoided.
After a dinner we could both enjoy and a good night's sleep, we were up and away early Sunday morning. Another beautiful day's drive through the Lookout Mountains of Tennessee along the Tennessee River over the new highways to Monteagle. Then on to Goodlettsville, Tennessee for a short visit with our dear friend of many years, Mrs. Herman H. Lowe. After giving our promise to stop with her on our return trip home, we were on our way once more, the last leg of the first stage of our trip.
About 5:00 P.M. we arrived in Hopkinsville* where two of my dear sisters were waiting for us, we were sorry to learn that Della was in the hospital but happy to know she was well on the recovery road. We had time for luncheon with my cousin Hazel, dinner one night with sister Elsie and Bill, a visit to the cemetery, a trip to the hospital to see Della and then our all-too-short visit had to come to an end. We had persuaded sister Irma to go as far as Louisville with us for a few days. {*Barb the kids and I visited this house on our trip to the Creation Museum then down to Fort Donaldson back in 2010, no one was home, but a lady in her 40s or so from across the street said, that when she was a little girl, two older ladies had lived in that house}.
We had two nights and a day in Louisville with Eunice and Bob and here i once again unloaded the car, but I must be like the rolling-stone gathering moss as I roll along. I left "stuff" at every stop we made, but so help me I had gathered so much more at each place than I left, J.W. threatened to hire a trailer or a truck to haul it home.
Thursday we left Louisville at 8:00 A.M. for Canada, over Interstate 71 to Cincinnati then picking up our Interstate 75 on in to Detroit. When we reached Port Huron, north of Detroit, it was 4:00 P.M. but since Michigan was not on daylight saving time, we had lost an hour so decided to cross over into Canada before stopping for the night. We crossed over ton the beautiful Blue Water Bridge which raises high over the St. Clair River. This river is a part of the great St. Lawrence Seaway. If you remember Bill (my dad) worked on the seaway several years when he was with Standard Dredging. Port Huron is on the American side of the river and Sarnia, Ontario the Canadian. We found a nice motel just on the outskirts of Sarnia and here we decided to stop for the night. It was raining and a very cold wind blowing. I was glad to have my all-weather coat with me, certainly put it to good use.
Friday morning we took our own good time driving the short distance of about 65 miles over to London where we were to meet Bill. We had no difficulty in locating his rooming house near the university. We were told by his unfriendly landlady that he was having exams and would not be home until 1:00 P.M. or 1:30 P.M. We drove downtown as J.W. wanted to do some shopping for Boy Scout Equipment. Since we had been in London before we had no trouble going directly to Eaton's in the Mall. When we returned to the University we had only a short time then to wait."
"The garage owner said until they could put the care upon the rack, they could not tell us the extent of the trouble or just what is was, and since it was Saturday and getting late they wold have to get any parts that might be needed before the stores all closed. Also is was so terribly hot there for us to have to wait for an definite time, he sent us on to the motel. First telling us that as soon as the repairs were made he could bring the car to us, but he warned us we might have to remain over Sunday and with a big grin aided "and possibly Monday" saying they like to keep nice people there as long as possible. We went to the motel, had a shower and a nice nap before dinner. About an hour and a half later there came a knock on our door and it was the boy from the garage with our car. To our great relief the damage, "No brake fluid and a minor adjustment necessary". Carelessness on hte part of the man who did the last service job before we left home. So we were out just $7.03. Again this was an answer to prayer, for had it happened when we were going through Atlanta in a driving, blinding rain on Saturday afternoon, bumper to bumper traffic and no place to go off the road, a serous accident could not have been avoided.
After a dinner we could both enjoy and a good night's sleep, we were up and away early Sunday morning. Another beautiful day's drive through the Lookout Mountains of Tennessee along the Tennessee River over the new highways to Monteagle. Then on to Goodlettsville, Tennessee for a short visit with our dear friend of many years, Mrs. Herman H. Lowe. After giving our promise to stop with her on our return trip home, we were on our way once more, the last leg of the first stage of our trip.
About 5:00 P.M. we arrived in Hopkinsville* where two of my dear sisters were waiting for us, we were sorry to learn that Della was in the hospital but happy to know she was well on the recovery road. We had time for luncheon with my cousin Hazel, dinner one night with sister Elsie and Bill, a visit to the cemetery, a trip to the hospital to see Della and then our all-too-short visit had to come to an end. We had persuaded sister Irma to go as far as Louisville with us for a few days. {*Barb the kids and I visited this house on our trip to the Creation Museum then down to Fort Donaldson back in 2010, no one was home, but a lady in her 40s or so from across the street said, that when she was a little girl, two older ladies had lived in that house}.
We had two nights and a day in Louisville with Eunice and Bob and here i once again unloaded the car, but I must be like the rolling-stone gathering moss as I roll along. I left "stuff" at every stop we made, but so help me I had gathered so much more at each place than I left, J.W. threatened to hire a trailer or a truck to haul it home.
Thursday we left Louisville at 8:00 A.M. for Canada, over Interstate 71 to Cincinnati then picking up our Interstate 75 on in to Detroit. When we reached Port Huron, north of Detroit, it was 4:00 P.M. but since Michigan was not on daylight saving time, we had lost an hour so decided to cross over into Canada before stopping for the night. We crossed over ton the beautiful Blue Water Bridge which raises high over the St. Clair River. This river is a part of the great St. Lawrence Seaway. If you remember Bill (my dad) worked on the seaway several years when he was with Standard Dredging. Port Huron is on the American side of the river and Sarnia, Ontario the Canadian. We found a nice motel just on the outskirts of Sarnia and here we decided to stop for the night. It was raining and a very cold wind blowing. I was glad to have my all-weather coat with me, certainly put it to good use.
Friday morning we took our own good time driving the short distance of about 65 miles over to London where we were to meet Bill. We had no difficulty in locating his rooming house near the university. We were told by his unfriendly landlady that he was having exams and would not be home until 1:00 P.M. or 1:30 P.M. We drove downtown as J.W. wanted to do some shopping for Boy Scout Equipment. Since we had been in London before we had no trouble going directly to Eaton's in the Mall. When we returned to the University we had only a short time then to wait."
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