I did a little research and found the ship sailing into Port Oswego the other night was the Pride of Baltimore II. My father was a great lover of ships, I think he would have been fascinated. At one time I think he dreamed of running off to sea, but then again he was also prone to being seasick. Either way he never tired of drawing schooners, whittling them out of wood, or reading stories of the sea. Mom, on the other hand, was and likely still is, afraid of the water. She claims to "swim like a rock." In spite of this, she once saved up enough money to take Dad on a cruise to the Virgin Islands as an anniversary present.
I had a phone call from my Uncle Chuck this afternoon. Due to his health, he is canceling this year's 4th of July picnic. Though I am disappointed, I also understand that often there are circumstances beyond our control. I'm not sure what this year's fourth of July will bring but I do know I'll be thinking of my uncle and praying for him.
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