Travelling with my mom, by Rose Greene

One of the most fun memories I have is when Mom took Olie and me to Canada the first time. We stopped at a park along the way on a hot day (I think it was in one of the East Coast states) and it had a shallow stream about 15 feet wide with slate stones and slabs covering its floor, and it was shaded by trees lining its route. The stream meandered down a gradual hill and the stones and slabs had a thick coating of green algae on them that were very, very slippery. All three of us waded into the stream and began climbing up, carrying our shoes and laughing and squealing as we slid all around, moving very slowly because it was so slippery. We climbed for a long time, until we were too tired to go any farther. We were soaking wet from all our falls into the water, but we were still laughing as we went back to the car. That was such a fun experience!

Olie is probably right that Mom took a steamship through the Inland Passage to Alaska. The story of hers that sticks out in my mind is when she was walking down the street in Juneau and reached out and petted a huge pure white Husky. It’s owner’s mouth dropped open in shock, and he told Mom that the Husky had never allowed any other woman to ever touch him.