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Ohio, United States
Having recently retired we are fulfilling our long time dream. We began our camping life with a tent in 1969 adjusting as each of our three sons arrived over the years and gradually progressed to a 32' Class A in 2007. Even after our sons became too busy with their own interests, we continued dreaming over the years. The Louisville, KY 2003 Great North American RV Rally and the book "Movin' On" convinced us that a motorhome after retirement was really for us! In 2007 we sold our home and disposed of most of our belongings and awaited the wife's retirement on February 1, 2008. We were out in our first motorhome ten times in our first summer in 2007, with our grandson joining us eight of those ten times. Since he must stay behind with his mom and dad to continue school, we told him he can join us on vacations (by car or plane) anywhere we are as we travel the US. Imagine the history lessons he could acquire! However, Mom and Dad don't look at it that way, especially the flying. Fortunately we don't miss work one bit!! We just miss the friends there. We have many hobbies to keep us busy when we decide to sit still for a day. Hope to see you on the road.

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Getting ready to leave our ARIZONA PARADISE

What??? ---a third grader wrote about our life style???
This came through an email and I thought it was cute and began collecting photographs. Thought I would share it now since we have been busy packing up to move on. We had our last luncheon today furnished by our Workamper boss here at Mesa Regal. So we spent time saying our goodbyes to fellow workers, promising to connect up with some again over the summer, while there are others that we will not see until we get back here January 1st.
After Christmas a teacher asked her pupils how they spent their holiday away from school. One third grader wrote the following about what his grandparents do:
We always used to spend the holidays with Grandma and Grandpa.
They used to live in a big brick house, but Grandpa got retarded and they moved to Arizona. Now they live in a tin box
and have rocks painted green to look like grass. They ride around on bicycles,
and wear name tags,
because they don't know who they are anymore.
They go to a building called a wreck center,
but they must have got it fixed because it is all okay now, they do exercises there, but they don't do them very well. There is a swimming pool too, but they all jump up and down in it with hats on.
At their gate, there is a doll house with a little old man sitting in it.
He watches all day so nobody can escape.
Sometimes they sneak out and go cruising in their golf carts.
Nobody there cooks, they just eat out. And they eat the same thing every night - early birds. Some of the people can't get out past the man in the doll house. The ones who do get out, bring food back to the wrecked center for pot luck.
My Grandma says that Grandpa worked all his life to earn his retardment and says I should work hard so I can be retarded someday too. When I earn my retardment, I want to be the man in the doll house. Then I will let people out, so they can visit their grandchildren.
We will join you again on down the road when we meet up with new retarded (retired) seniors and make new friends!!
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