CONCEIVING A PARK RANGER
<p>This story is about camping or pretending to be homeless…however you want to look at it. When my father returned home after WWll, for some unknown reason, he was filled with the desire to go camping. The idea of collecting his family and forcing them to sleep in a tent, on cots, in mummy-bags (early sleeping bags) could be seen as some kind of post-war trauma. I guess it could have been worse. He could have developed a passion to storm and overtake a small village which could have meant either we all might have ended up in prison or owning our very own town. But he was satisfied with just sleeping in the woods. So, he rounded up my mom and brother and sister (I was yet to be born…thank God) and together they were off to blaze a trail in the wilds of Northern Massachusetts.</p>
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