Slow but Sure

The sleigh trip to get there was long, but this traditional visit to Grandma and Grandpa was worth it!

- Milton McTaggart

February 22nd was my Grandpa and Grandma Martin’s wedding anniversary and, every year there was a standing invitation to be at their place for supper, regardless of the weather. Chores were done early and we struck out as soon as school was over at 4 p.m. The five-mile trip going south was not usually very exciting as it was still daylight, and our horse Maude pulling the cutter always seemed to make better time on the way there. We would arrive by 5 p.m. just as it was getting dark.

Mom, my sister, Marjorie, and I would hurry to the house to get warm, while Dad unhitched and put the mare in the stable and covered the cutter in case it snowed.

Supper would be ready by the time Dad got to the house. Usually we had roast chicken with dressing (stuffing) and cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, turnips or carrots and of course apple pie and cheese for dessert. Grandma was a good cook and we’d always eat more than we should have.