When we were unpacking Queen B's boxes over the weekend, we came across a piece of family history.
A lone piece of paper told of my great grandparents' arrival in the U.S. My great grandfather and great grandmother had booked passage on a ship that took a little over two weeks to cross the Atlantic Ocean. They brought three young children with them.
How ever did they survive the trip?
I mean think about it. There was no "Kids Club" to send the children off to. No rock climbing wall, no midnight buffet, nothing.
It was probably during such a passage that the song Are We There Yet? was originally written.
How would you keep three children on their best behavior for seventeen days?
It wasn't like great grandfather could threaten to turn the ship around.
Bbbbrrrrr. I get shivers just thinking about it.
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