Fun Memories

My daughter, Molly, will have passed five years ago this month. Although I think of her every day, all the memories aren’t sad. Here is one I thought I’d share with you.

For several years we took the kids to Rockaway Beach for a week. They would swim during the day and in the evening, we would walk down the hill to the arcade and then have an ice cream.

One of the great aspects of the trip was that we didn’t have to get in the car one time for an entire week. But on the way there …

We bought Molly a camera for her birthday and her mission in life, during our vacation, was to validate every moment with a picture.

At the time, I drove a Mustang convertible and it could move. Sometimes on the straight-away, I’d lose track of how fast I was going.

The trip from O’Fallon to Rockaway Beach took about four hours (248 miles). Along the way we stopped several times for Molly to take a picture of this and that.

In Ozark, a State Trooper pulled me over. He said, “not only were you going twenty miles an hour over the speed limit, but I have been following you for five minutes and not once did you look in your rear view mirror.”

All I could say was, “really?”

“Where are you folks headed?” I told him and he said, “I’m glad I caught you on the way down. I feel like you will have a safe vacation now?

He went to his cruiser and came back several minutes later with a ticket for me to sign.

I quietly did what I was told and didn’t realize Molly had rolled down her window. She leaned her head out and said, “sir, would you mind handing the ticket to Mom again. I am making a memory book of our vacation and this is a big event.”

The officer grinned at her, gently took the ticket out of my hand and held it out again. “Tell me when you’re ready,” he said and handed me the ticket a second time.



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