My mom has told me many stories about my grandfather. A lot of them are about when he would take the family on long drives while she was growing up. (I think that is how they found the town were they built their cabin.)
My grandfather would tell my mom and Uncle Jimmy to get ready, they were leaving in 15 minutes. No plan, and no destination. It was wonderful! A leisurely drive in the car to get out of town and enjoy the countryside. I can still hear them talking about the places they visited…Buckeye Lake, Conneaut, Presque Isle, and other nearby small towns. We are very fortunate that my grandfather also enjoyed taking home movies and lots of pictures of these places.
I am lucky to have married a man who also enjoys a long drive every now and then. As the kids were growing up, we loved taking Lydia, and my nephews and niece on fun adventures to little quiet places on the weekends.
It is no surprise that Dino does this, his dad was a “Sunday Driver” too. Stories are still talked about around the table of when Livio would drive visiting family members and friends to Niagara Falls, Washington, DC, and other faraway places…even Canada!
So what happened to the Sunday Drive?
After posting a picture about this on Instagram,
I found out that there are many folks that still love to get lost on the back roads,
find little diners,
visit cute shops,
and pretty towns.
They like to talk, dream, and enjoy each others quiet company. No hurry, no rush, no destination. Just a pleasant Sunday drive.