The Christmas Gift Trip

In a moment of “Oh shit, what do I give my parents, who need nothing, for Christmas?” I came up with the gift of trips to their childhood towns with me alone so they could show and tell me everything about their lives before I came along.  My mother jumped right on this specially designed present and scheduled our trip to start today.  Since she grew up in Knoxville, Tennessee and spent her summers in the Smokey Mountains at her family lodge her trip is more extensive than my Dad’s will be just going to Winston-Salem.  Much to my Mother’s liking her present involves overnight luxury accommodations and three meals a day, all thanks to her best son-in-law that will ever be.     

Finding three days to leave home is tough in the busy spring time so to maximize our time my Mom came down to Durham last night to spend the night at our house, arriving while Russ and I were off at the auction and Carter was celebrating her friend Ashley’s sweet 16.  Russ and I tiptoed into the house like teenagers who were late for curfew late so as not to wake my mother.  Still exhilarated from the fun of the auction I had a hard time falling asleep and the pressure that early morning would come soon to start the five hour drive to Tennessee was not helping.  

The drive was not part I was looking forward to, but the time slipped by as I peppered my mother with questions about family history.  Trying to figure out where some once rich relative’s money went when he died without a will brought us to the conclusion that the mistresses must have been well provided for.  Without even a chance to turn the radio on we were in Knoxville, right by the building that had been my Grandfather’s business.  

After checking-in to the hotel we walked the downtown tracing the route similar to the one my mother took every Saturday where as a child she would come downtown for the movies, shopping, mostly windows and a twelve cent hamburger lunch.  Amazingly many things are the same, the S&W cafeteria in the fabulous art deco building may now be an Aveda store, but looking through the windows the interior is the same as it was 65 years ago, just without the grand piano and the scary lady who serenaded customers as they dined on the finest of meals. 

Three major theaters are still in business on Gay street and we went into two of the to look around.  Without any advance planning we happened upon the East Tennessee Historical center and amazingly it happened to be free day.  Saving the four dollar entrance for senior citizens and five dollars for me thrilled my mother to no end.  I have to say that it is a really well done little museum which I wish we had more time to study, but my mother was able to show me a display of a railroad which my Great Grandfather was the council for since he was a big time lawyer.

Our only real plan of the day was a visit to see my Mother’s Cousin Sis.  We drove out to her beautiful house and had a great visit and got to watch the end of the Master’s together.  Since we all were thrilled about Jordan Spieth it made for a very happy visit.  It was extra nice for me since we hardly ever spend any time with cousins from my Mother’s side.

After a nice dinner outside it is back to our downtown hotel and sleep at last. So much more to see tomorrow. The good daughter points are racking up fast, but really it is the best present for me.  I am having a great time with my Mom.  We might have to take another reunion tour and go back to my childhood home.