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Travel Bingo with our Grandsons and a Little Extra
The Air Horn
Recently my wife and I had need to go on a short shopping trip into South Carolina just a few miles from our home near the state border. With a pair of youngsters (our grandsons ages 3 and 5) snugged lawfully into booster seats and belts properly strapped, even a short 30 minute drive can lead to boredom and fretting. I must admit my wife is very ingenious when it comes to dealing with the grand kids and is continually coming up with novel ways to keep them occupied.
"Let's play "Eye spy" she said to them one day on another ride. "Let's just see who can spot flags at the houses along the roadside. Soon two little voices were chiming in,"I spy with my little eye, a flag at the Post Office....there's two in front of the Wrinkled Egg" and so all along our drive, home countless American flags and other ornamental flags were spotted by the boys. They were so busy looking each wanting to be the first to spy out a flag our drive was peaceful yet with some excitement. "Paw-paw, you can't play" our youngest told me emphatically,cause you're driving!".
Another activity they have discovered, again thanks to the wisdom of grandma,is the little car bingo game. Much like adult bingo with a free space and the other spaces on the cards contain fire hydrants, rail road tracks, gates, s shaped curved signs, a farm animal such as a cow or horse,etcetera. I laughed as our youngest grandson soon announced he had filled his card and all the spaces were covered. Of course he hadn't seen all those things on the card but had fun covering the spaces with the colored windows.
Not long along we were out near the highway and a big eighteen wheeler was coming. "Watch this boys, let me see if I can get the driver to blow his horn." On my walk to and from school in the mill village as a boy, many 18 wheeler's ran the route of old US 25 which was at that time the main connector from Greenville, SC to Asheville,NC. I had learned the trick by watching older classmates when they would see a big truck coming and raise their arms over their heads and pull down a few times pantomiming the actions of blowing the air horn inside the big rig to get the driver's attention and invite him to blow their air horns. Some of those horns were pretty loud while others had a different sound. Some had the familiar Dukes of Hazard Dixie horn and a few had the old A-Model a-ooga horns. Most truckers smiled taking notice of small arms in the wind and quickly obliged our boyish tomfollery. In an instant of time we had connected and maybe a little bit of levity was brought to a long haul truck driver. For us, it was certainly a small triumph for a school boy and a delight that never grew old.
The trucker blew his horn for my grandsons last week and for me it seemed all at once, I too was that same little boy who had found a new form of entertainment and maybe just a little bit of tomfoolery,