Since today is Easter, I thought I'd retell a favorite family story, the infamous "Easter Massacre".
Way back in the 60s, the fam traveled in a ginormous station wagon, and pretty much ignored any seat belts that might have been in the car. We were traveling home from our annual Easter dinner with the grandparents, with Mom, Dad and Baby Jon in the front seat, Judy, Susan and Ray in the middle seat, Joe, B-Z and me in the 'way back', and Lisa & Jamie stuffed in the tiny area between the middle and way back seats. Some of us were holding our new made in Japan Easter Bunnies, which (as we were to soon find out) featured eyeballs that popped out pretty easily.
As we toodled down Bothell Way, disaster! We were hit by a car! Now here's where the collective memory of various Sundstroms collides: in my version of the Easter Massacre, we were hit practically head-on. Stuff went flying everywhere, including the dangerous eyeballs (which had little points on them to hold them in the bunny eyesockets), and we careened to a halt right next to the vet's office on the corner of Bothell Way and Ballinger Way.
Luckily, no injuries except to the poor bunnies. And a family legend was born. Feel free to add your own memories of T.E.M.!!!