Wyandot Jim said:Ed,
Brings back a lot of memories of traveling as a 7 year old kid. I'm still completely amazed that a family of 4 could put everything we owned in one car and go anywhere. Guess we didn't have much. I know I didn't.
You also mention Tourist homes which were big in the small towns that didn't have motels which most didn't. Wifie and I have stayed in quite a few in the early 60/70s and even on our honeymoon to N. Miami Beach in 1963. That is where I first saw the Ocean. Anyway thanks so much.
Wyandot Jim said:........ The year before saw the Gulf of Mexico when we moved to Houston and swam in it in late Oct. I thought wow this is warm. After leaving the cold waters of Ohio most all water is warm. Until I moved to Texas I thought every time you got in the water. Parts of you were supposed to GET real small and your lips turn blue.
Don Lovel said:Traveling in a big 1952 Desoto to the Anadarko PowWow with my Great Grandmother in the back seat with us and when we got to Anadarko, she was our guide and interpreter, she was half non-tribal role Cherokee and half Commanche and spoke Kiowa, Arapaho & Apache & read Cherokee as well so we met all kinds of native folk in ceremonial dress, we pigged out on fry bread and roasted corn and meat on a stick my dad said was jackrabbit. Us boys went whole hog Indian all day and then slept on a big quilt bed under a tarp between the Desoto and two fence post at the campground.
The big Dance went all night and you could feel the drums pounding your body on the ground, all the chants and songs, very spooky for little boys having their very first full on native heritage consumption.
opos said:We lived in Denver when I was a kid...I had a Cousin that lived in Tulsa and the Tulsa folks would drive to Denver and we'd all "caravan" to California for vacation..this would have been in the very late 40's or early 50's...We always drove the desert at night and I remember the early day Chevron gas stations...they were tan and white colors as I recall and always gave maps, some dishes and often green stamps...We carried a canvas water bag on the front of the car for drinking water..it was an 'evaporator" bag to keep it cool...now days I think of how many bugs got "strained" through that canvas into the drinking water...
We'd go to Santa Monica and stay near the beach...still recall the salt water smell...On the cliffs near Santa Monica there was a building that was round with sort of a dome on top...you could go inside and there was a flat round table in the center and a periscope affair that you could rotate and see what was going on all up and down the street and over the ocean..projected onto the table.
My Uncle worked for Parish and Clark Dodge in Tulsa and was their service manager....Still recall when we'd be driving he'd build up a big head of steam going up a rise and then throw it into neutral "coasting" down the other side to save gas...My Dad used to really get upset trying to follow him because his speeds were all over the place as he drove, coasted, drove, coasted.
I recall seeing "muscle beach" at Venice beach near Santa Monica and going to the big amusement park that was on the pier at Long Beach...they were the real deal amusement parks in those days...no watered down "correct" rides...they were fast, loud and dangerous but man were they fun.
Been living within a few miles of the beach (several places up and down the coast) since the 60's but just never go to the beach any more...Used to drive near it when I had a boat in the marina but to go "to the beach" and swim, etc..nope...too crowded