I have grown up all over the U.S. due to my father being a Captain in the Air Force & his perpetual itchy foot. Our family had unofficially formed what was known as "The Pancake Butt Society". There was many a Sunday afternoon we would just go for a ride to see where that road took us much to mine and my brothers' chagrin. The most famous outing that stood out in my mind was one afternoon when I was trying to each myself how to draw my father wanted to take us out on a ride. I wasn't happy and neither was my father when he saw our unhappiness. The location where we were going was kept secret until we were almost there. THE PLACE WHERE MARIE ANTOINETTE WOULD HAVE LIVED HAD SHE NOT BEEN BEHEADED. The fact that Marie Antoinette hadn't been there didn't deter my father from making a journey in our white Chevy Caprice Classic into the most rural places in PA in the middle of summer with those dark brown pleather seats . When we got there it cost money. More than my father had allotted apparently As soon as my parents got there arguments ensued and God knows who was hitting who or what started it but we had just driven a long way to see a place where some person may have been had she lived. My baby brothers started crying and that's when after a failed attempt to "just look in the windows" of these old musty cabins that my mother declared my father should "Get us some ice cream." while miserably failing at hiding her laughter at my father's much unhidden look of agitation and disappointment. It was due to his love of history I learned to appreciate that which surrounds me. Although my father and I have been long bereft of a good relationship this photolog is dedicated to him and what he taught me: To see what others fail to, find the story, and share it with as much drama as possible.
Christine E. Mack
