my mother on the left
In 1948 my mother wrote in a scrapbook of our family: “We were able to purchase a new car this fall—a new Studebaker to make our trips more enjoyable. We will have a new brother or sister for the boys within a short time also.” Even when she was waiting for my birth, she was looking ahead to trips down the road. The following year she wrote, “We celebrated our eleventh anniversary with a trip to Canada. We had a wonderful time and caught lots of fish.” A few years later she wrote, “Had another lovely trip in the summer to Canada and Niagara Falls.”
In 1948 my mother wrote in a scrapbook of our family: “We were able to purchase a new car this fall—a new Studebaker to make our trips more enjoyable. We will have a new brother or sister for the boys within a short time also.” Even when she was waiting for my birth, she was looking ahead to trips down the road. The following year she wrote, “We celebrated our eleventh anniversary with a trip to Canada. We had a wonderful time and caught lots of fish.” A few years later she wrote, “Had another lovely trip in the summer to Canada and Niagara Falls.”
The following year we traveled to the World’s Fair in Seattle during the summer and to Arizona in the winter. My father had a rich uncle who lived in Phoenix and he would let us park our camper on his yard and also have use of his house when needed. I remember that he was quite cranky, but my dad was always grateful that he let us stay on his property. Uncle Rella had been married five times, but that was of no consequence to my parents. They weren’t judgmental. We all loved going there and it was wonderful getting away from snowy Wisconsin in the winter.
My dad always took a lot of slides on our trips and it was fun to come home and look at them on the big screen while sitting around as a family and enjoying some popcorn. It was better than being at the movies. Recently I looked through some of those old slides and it was like being transported back to those happy traveling days. I know how lucky I am to have had such memorable experiences. Thanks Mom and Dad—I’ll always be grateful!
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