My mom AKA The Momster AKA Silly Mother

The Momster, courtesy of James Tensuan



Tioga Pass, August 1958

Here is a poem we composed while driving over the famed Tioga Pass (which was gravel with no guard rails) to Yosemite Park.  Starring Bob Reid, Elaine Reid, Dorothy Reid (the driver), and Grandma Miller. Vehicle was a blue 1955 Mercury station wagon, no a/c.

We’re off to Yosemite Park,

A vacation, a hike, and a lark.

We’ll get there at noon

And eat from a spoon.

We’re off to Yosemite Park


We’ll pay up the rent

And live in a tent.

We’re bound for Yosemite Park


We’ll see the falls

And here the calls

Of a bird after dark

We’re bound for Yosemite Park


We’ll see all the grass

And catch a few bass

We’re bound for Yosemite Park


The hills are in view;

The sky is deep blue.

On the way to Yosemite Park.


It’s a hot August day,

And we’re more than halfway

On the way to Yosemite Park


We’re approaching the mountains

With valleys and fountains.

Three cheers for Yosemite.


The sky is much bluer

The breeze is much cooler.

Hurrah for the mountain park.


The cliffs are jagged.

And are clothes are ragged

Were off to Yosemite Park


The signs of the times

 Are motels in the Pines

In the beautiful scenic park.


The smell of the pines

As the altitude climbs

Up in wooded Yosemite Park


Watch out for animals here.

The bear, skunks, and the deer,

Down in Yosemite Park


The whispering pines

Make wonderful lines.

Up in Yosemite Park


The Grownups are grinding

About roads that are winding

On the road to Yosemite


It’s hot in the canyon

But the tree are not banyan

Down in Yosemite Park


The trail is so steep

I feel in a heap

On the way to Yosemite Park


Pine trees that grow,

Are results of the snow.

Down on the canyon road.



We’re Here!