Even I’m surprised–especially since it wasn’t planned.
Still, an unexpected trip to Pennsylvania took shape over the weekend, when I called my mother about some old photos of my father I hoped she had.
When she shared she would be road-tripping to the Pittsburgh area on Tuesday and I learned she’d be making the journey alone, I jumped at the chance to go along and help with the driving—
—not to mention engage in some memoir-mining.
Turning 73 in two weeks, my mom shouldn’t take this kind of trip without at least a little help, it seems to me.
So, it turns out I’ll leave tomorrow (Tuesday) to visit my mother’s oldest surviving sister who lives about sixty miles east of Pittsburgh. It’s a chance to visit my two aunts who remain in the area—the younger of which will turn 80 next week. I haven’t seen either aunt in a number of years and have not seen some of my cousins in at least a decade, if not longer.
Not only will this trip afford me endless hours alone in a car with my mother, who I hope will share stories about my father and his mafia affiliation, it will also offer more insight into my mother’s side of the family and, I hope, give me a chance to search local library archives for more newspaper articles about my dad—ones I’ve not been able to access online. (To read two articles (from Pittsburgh newspapers in the 1970s) about my father’s organized crime connections, click here and here.)
This trip will mean memoir-mining for me, but it may also mean my absence from the blogosphere for the next week, as there is no internet access at the farm where my aunt lives. I have posts pre-scheduled for Wednesday and Friday, and I’ll respond to comments as best I can from my mobile phone. However, I’m not sure what kind of cell reception I’ll have in Brush Valley, Pennsylvania, where landlines still rule and the population is a mere 45 people per square mile.
So, pray for me, if you’re a praying kind of person. Otherwise, wish me well and bon voyage.
I have no idea what kind of craziness I may encounter, but I hope to resurface next week, sane and with much to share.
I love you all and thank you, from the bottom of my memoir-making heart, for your ongoing support of this memory-mining, writing project. You all motivate me to keep going, keep researching and writing. You keep me inspired.
See you post-PA (Pennsylvania).