On Christmas eve, when I was about 10, my dad got a call from his mother who lived about 200 miles away. They talked for a while and while she never asked anything of him it was obvious that she was feeling down because none of the extended family was going to be with her for Christmas for the first time in about forever.
He got off the phone and thought about it for a while and then went and talked to my mother. They then called everybody together and asked how we felt about piling in the car and going to Grandmas house for Christmas.
It was already getting dark, but we packed up all the presents under the tree and all the food that we had stocked up for Christmas dinner and shoved it all in our old 1970s 9 passenger station wagon (remember those?) and headed out.
I remember it was snowing and we were only on the road for a little while before it was totally dark. We were on the road for about an hour when dad realized we were low on gas so he started looking for a station. Now this was the 70s when people actually quit work and went home on Christmas eve. Long story short, we couldn’t find a station that took dad’s gas card (Standard) that was open. He also only had a few bucks in his pocket, since he hadn’t planned on going anywhere for several days (the folks were both in education so the whole family was off for two weeks).
So we are about a third of the way to where we are going, low on gas and dad has no cash. So we start tearing the car apart looking for loose change. A couple of us kids had some pocket money on us that got chipped in. Fortunately this was the 70s and gas was considerably less than a dollar a gallon. So we found a little station that was still open and paid with mostly loose change for enough gas to get us where we were going.
We finally rolled in to the great’s well after our usual bedtimes. We then had to get beds set up for everybody which took another space of time. It must have been pushing twelve when we finally got to bed.
We got up in the morning and had a great Christmas morning. Dad’s folks were very please they didn’t have to spend Christmas alone. And we had a great Christmas meal from what we brought together with what they had on hand.
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