tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203921263391858427.post508365795589686389..comments2024-03-27T13:00:33.582-04:00Comments on Leaves & Branches: 52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History from GeneaBloggersColleen G. Brown Pasqualehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16402783115333431440noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203921263391858427.post-16037189468708633152011-05-06T08:56:08.892-04:002011-05-06T08:56:08.892-04:00I'm the oldest of seven. I recall one trip to...I'm the oldest of seven. I recall one trip to northern Wisconsin where seating was tight. We packed up our Ford Econoline van with our nine, Grandma and our collie Shadow. She was a wonderful dog, but if she got nervous, she would piddle. Dad packed all the bags in the back and placed a piece of plywood down over them. My sister and I chose the human projectile spot and spread out with blankets and pillows. After one rest stop Shadow beat my brothers to their seat. She couldn't be coaxed out and we were afraid to upset her. So my brothers sat on the floor for the rest of the trip.Catherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05242129649877691792noreply@blogger.com