As I've said before, my Daddy has always had a love affair with automobiles.
His idea of a vacation, when I was little, was to see how many miles he could put on the car in a week and a half LOL. It was nothing at all for him to drive from Alabama to Canada and back, so I saw a lot of the USA growing up. Most of the time I would beg to stop at the next Stuckey's, hoping for some pralines or maybe a souvenir, or at the least a bathroom stop, but sometimes I could beg him into a side trip to some cave or other local attraction I'd seen advertised along the way.
This was the time of REAL road trips. All two lane highways, and when it was time to bed down for the night, it was an adventure in itself to find a decent looking place to stay. No Holiday Inns back then. Just mom and pop motels, with maybe a dozen bungalows. There are a few times I remember we paid for a room and no sooner got in there than Mama would tell me to pack back up, and we'd drive on for many more miles. Bugs.
I learned a lot on those trips. Geography and history always came easy for me, because I had been to so many places, and I'd experienced being around people who were different from me. We always took my Grandparents along with us, something I took for granted. I realized after I was grown that taking them made the trip easier financially for my parents. I'm sure they would have preferred that some of those trips be by themselves.
We've had some good laughs over some of Daddy's "vacations" that seemed more like marathon contests to see how many miles he could put on the car. ROTFL But I wouldn't take anything for those trips and all the wonderful memories they hold for me.
nostalgia, childhood memories, family vacations, road trip