The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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 Every summer my grandma would drive up to Blue Lake Minnesota with her family. It was always her favorite time of year because her whole family would go. She spoke fondly of the summers at the Lake since the winters in Minnesota were so long. She always looked forward to this time with her cousins because being an only child could get lonely at times. She said her mother and father were always wanting to travel with her which is also why this was such a special time for her.

The wind rushed through the windows of her dad’s father's red Cadillac. The car was all packed with everything they needed for their week up at the lake. Diana’s mother and father sat in the front seat gossiping about their dinner last night at Katz's. Even attempting to listen to this conversation bored Diana so she passed her time staring at the trees whiz by the window. The sky was a pale blue and the clouds sat like perfectly placed cotton above the tree line. The sun was hot through the open window, but she liked the feeling. It made her even more excited to be by the lake running around with her cousins.

Since she was an only child, she enjoyed this time of the year with her family. All of her aunts, uncles, and cousins would drive up to Blue lake where they would stay in a cluster of cabins. She shared a cabin with her cousins where they slept in bunk beds. Just thinking about it she could smell the sweet pine mixed with musty cloth that hung in the air of each room. This was the same smell that would stick to her clothes even when they were back in Saint Paul unpacking their suitcases. It was a smell intertwined with nostalgia.

The more Diana began to think about her last summer at the cabins the longer the car ride seemed to get. It was the same excitement she would feel in the pit of her stomach on the first day of school. She tried to pass the time by counting the treetops. How many treetops from Saint Paul to Blue Lake, she wondered? At least a million.

Just then the car made a loud sputtering sound and it jerked to one side.

Diana’s mother shrieked and grabbed her father’s arm. The car bumped as her father pulled over to the side of the road. He hopped out of the car to see what had happened. It was a flat tire. Diana immediately thought of the last time they had gotten a flat and were stuck waiting for three whole hours.

Diana’s mother reassured her worries, but her response had been far from convincing for Diana. Diana slouched in her seat arms crossed in the back. The hot sun was now becoming a bother and she could feel it burning the corners of her cheeks. She tried to hide behind the shadow of the seat in front of her but there was no escaping the sun on the side of the highway. She could see her father outside trying to flag down a passing car for some assistance. Her anticipation of her week at the Blue Lake was quickly beginning to fade as she became overwhelmed with disappointment. A million trees to get to Blue Lake, and there was no chance they were making it there by dinner. 

Blue Lake

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Blue Lake Minnesota

Every summer my grandma would drive up to Blue Lake Minnesota with her family. It was always her favorite time of year because her whole family would go. She spoke fondly of the summers at the Lake since the winters in Minnesota were so long. She always looked forward to this time with her cousins because being an only child could get lonely at times. She said her mother and father were always wanting to travel with her which is also why this was such a special time for her.

Decade: 1930s
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Recorded by Ella LaBrusciano-Carris on December 9, 2019
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