Back in 1959, returning from the Philippines, my family (that is my Mother and Father) decided to see America. We arrived in Los Angeles and the next day started driving across the great nation in our new station wagon.
Over the mountains, into the desert, we even passed Salt Lake City by night, my Mom told me, “There’s not one nail in that temple!” A week’s stay at Grandma’s in Illinois, then onward to New Jersey.
The only thing I remember of the trip is miles and miles of road … but we crossed the nation from sea to shining sea.
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You are one well-traveled lady. Thank your for taking me along on one of your journeys. I remember road trips, sleeping in the back seat of the old 1953 Chevy. My dad loved to get in the car and hit the open road.
Dear Rochelle … I’m well-traveled if nothing else. I too remember those long road trips from early childhood … we had a 1953 black Dodge when I was little … then in California, when we had become a family of 6, my Father bought that green Chevy station wagon and we crossed the U.S. Ciao! Georgia.
What a priceless memory. Thank you for sharing it. Not many people can say they’ve done that (or say it so beautifully.)
Those road trips make you feel as if you’re shaped like a car seat! Well told.