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Originally Posted by Island Life
"...You keep telling your stories and I'll just pretend your my dad..."
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Nicely said.
This thread has the potential of becoming a huge book—although the title,
Tales of Our Fathers, is already taken.
Quote:
Originally Posted by coltgov101
"...we lived in N.J. and no there was no Rt. 93 then, there was no NJ turnpike either, it used to take us 12 hours to get to the Lake..."
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It was very much a "hike", just from Rhode Island. (Though one year, at eight years of age, I left Hawaii to attend Wolfeboro's Camp Wyanoke—
traveling alone!)
I don't recall the exact passage through Massachusetts—we kids remember passing by the candy store "Putnam's Pantries" along the way
—and then entering into a darkly-forested tube that magically appeared at the New Hampshire border.
At that "border-moment", we kids would break into a made-up song, "Oh, we're going to New Hampshire, New Hampshire, New Hampshire...". (Mimicking a song popular in Hawaii at the time).
...My Dad has proved to be a very patient Dad. 
The sun would flicker brightly through the forest as we drove along the road to Wolfeboro—which may be the same road
now known as the "
Old Wolfeboro Road".
Later, Spaulding Turnpike signage had us directed to New Hampshire's "Lakes and Mountains" at an immense Portsmouth rotary: in the 60s—perhaps?
