How quickly acquaintances can become friends! We’re invited to a potluck for one of the seasonal rangers who’s leaving to take up his first permanent-hire job with the CORPS. We haven’t known him long, and he’s not much older than our granddaughter — so he’s almost like family. But we’ll miss him. And we wish him luck.
It was nice to be invited to the potluck. It’s a small office. If the entire summer staff are working there are 6 people to take care of a 650 acre property. So everyone has an important role to play. At least important in the little world that is ours right here and right now.
We ended up taking Crockpot Italian Sausage and Peppers. It’s funny that since we have been retired we have been using our crockpot much more than we ever used it when we were employees. What’s up with that? …Anyway I seem to have developed a thing about Italian Sausage and Peppers over the last few years; hardly ever ate it earlier in life but love it now!
All these goodbyes have me thinking about the act of leave-taking. My family was about three brothers and three sisters who married and had smaller children than their parents. Dad’s parents and siblings saw each other a few times a year — which is a deceptive statement as one of the brothers lived next door to “The Folks” for 30 years and then “The Folks” came to Milwaukee and lived in one of our apartments for another 10 years. On my mom’s side the three sisters married and they too had smaller families than their parents. Two sisters had only 1 child and one remained childless. And all three sisters and their mother lived within 20 miles of each other for most of their lives. We had moved to Algoma for 4 years, and Clara had moved to Florida for 5 years but other than that the ‘girls’ were tightly tied to mom’s apron strings. Which did nothing to keep them from seeing each other. They divided up the holidays and every single holiday we all met up at one house or another for a meal, laughter, conversation, a post-meal walk and the occasional argument. We saw each other a lot and saying goodbye wasn’t a big deal because it wasn’t going to be very long before we saw each other again.
Peg’s family was a little different. Peg’s dad had a lot of siblings and a loose family. Peg’s mom had two siblings and they lived in the same town but they weren’t close the same way. Goodbyes took forever. It was like there were separate ‘acts’ to saying goodbye. You’d say goodbye in the living room. Then you’d day goodbye on the porch. Then your hosts might walk with you to the car and you’d say goodbye again. And then, of course, there was walking to the end of the driveway to wave as they left. It was quite a traumatic experience — and still you saw them again in a few weeks so it wasn’t like it was going to be a long absence.
Last winter our neighbors on the driver’s side of the coach were particularly social and they ‘left’ the park a couple times. Every time they left they had a leaving party. Lots of drinking and socializing.
Saying goodbye to campers in a public campground is a little more abbreviated. With maximum stays of 14 days, folks don’t get to know each other as well, and they seem to be more like to to end up being more like “Have a safe trip home.”
So, tell me, what are YOUR goodbyes like?
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