I recall MG driving my brothers and me on a trip to the Vermont cabin in the late 60s or early 70s. This trip was a little out of the usual simply because neither Mom nor Dad was with us. MG enjoyed explaining to us -- perhaps I thought she was talking primarily to me as the oldest child and the one in the front seat -- some of the fine points of driving in the hills. I particularly recall that she demonstrated that one should drive down long hills in 2nd or 3rd gear. She would down shift the automatic to 2 or 3, and the engine itself would help keep the car from speeding away. I myself still drive this way in the mountains.
I recall that we stopped along the way at a store. I don't know where it was, but my brothers and I wanted to pick out the latest Marvel comics fare. Now MG didn't entirely approve of the comics, but I am not so sure that she disapproved so much either. I would love to hear if either of my brothers remembers the trip, or remembers MG's attitude toward comics. I do know that there was at least one old Superman comic that resided in the cabin, but I always had thought that it had arrived with one of our uncles years and years in the past.
Of course, there is more to these trips than comics. One recurring event was the search for the parts that would make the water ram work. Each year when we arrived, MG would take us further up the property to where the copper line was located in the brook and to where some type of ram device was located. At one point there was a pump house, but the ram may have been an alternative to the pump. I hope someone else can recall better than me. Eventually, the ram worked no longer, and we resorted to trudging water jugs up and down the hill. I think that during the last trips with MG this was the only way to bring water to the cabin.
So . . . Let's let some others take a turn at sharing memories of MG or Janie.
-- Tom K.