01-12-2021, 02:28 PM
(Trying hard to remember the story to repost...)
In the 80's, John had purchased a 27' Hunter sailboat. This was a time before mom really knew how to swim. I recall going to the boat, which was near the confluence of the Missouri and Mississippi (I think) in north St. Charles county. We were on the river and the wind started to come up a little (which made for good sailing). We were initially all on deck having a good time. I looked around and noticed that mom was nowhere to be seen. I found her below decks in the cabin holding on for what appeared to be dear life. I can't help but think she really did not enjoy those sailing trips.
In the 80's, John had purchased a 27' Hunter sailboat. This was a time before mom really knew how to swim. I recall going to the boat, which was near the confluence of the Missouri and Mississippi (I think) in north St. Charles county. We were on the river and the wind started to come up a little (which made for good sailing). We were initially all on deck having a good time. I looked around and noticed that mom was nowhere to be seen. I found her below decks in the cabin holding on for what appeared to be dear life. I can't help but think she really did not enjoy those sailing trips.