May 23, 2012

If you follow us on Facebook, you know that Raye and I just came back from an AMAZING excursion to visit the Southern part of this beautiful country.  We both were jonesin’ for a road trip so we decided to break in my Forester and hit the road.  We both travel well together and agreed we didn’t want a set itinerary- except to visit our friend, Kelly Moore mid trip.  While cruisin’ through the rolling hills of Tennessee, Raye and I both kinda zoned out to local bluegrass on that long I-40 stretch and I got thinking about my grandparents’ stories.  They always talk about family vacations and camping trips around the US but I wondered if they ever went on road trips when they were younger and what it was like.  Mom Mom found TONS of old photos for me and I enjoyed looking at the old cars and wanted to share them with you so this post may be a little photo happy :)  The next few photos are of my great-grandmother Lillian (and friend) and great-grandfather Fred with their early modes of transportation.  I’ll have to tell you about the first Model-A Ford Pop Pop’s family got when they lived on the farm another time.  (His family used to take the car battery and hook it up to the radio to hear the news and evening shows!)

When I asked them about their road trips and transportation, Mom Mom showed me a photo of my grandfather leaning on their first car and her taking photos on one of their adventures. :) You can see their car a little better in this next photo…

“When I was a kid, a ‘roadtrip’ would be going into the town of Salisbury or Ocean City,”  Pop Pop began.  “Then when Mom Mom and I were married, going to Baltimore or the neighboring states of Virginia and Pensylvannia was considered a roadtrip.  Then when your Dad and Aunt Debbie were kids, we’d go up and down the east coast.  And now a days a roadtrip is to the west coast and Hawaii.”  Don’t get me wrong- my grandfather travelled a lot and all over Europe when he was in the service but I was wondering about roadtrips when they were together or in their teens.  When my grandparents married in 1950, my grandfather was a member of the Drum and Bugle Corps in Salisbury.  It was an organization that local service men were in and they played all around Maryland.  Mom Mom said that when he had to play in Baltimore, they’d pack the car with sandwiches and take a roadtrip there.  This is when it hit me that there wasn’t always a Chesapeake Bay Bridge.  So often, the girls and I at the studio refrence to ‘across the bridge’ to mean anything over the Bay Bridge away from the Eastern Shore of MD.  So when Mom Mom kept referring to taking the ferry to Baltimore- I was dumbfounded.  She explained that they’d load up their car on the ferry and it’d take about 40 minutes to get across.  Now a days I complain if it takes me more than ten to get across the bridge.  So this sparked my questions about earlier trips they may have taken.  “When I was younger, I used to take a train down to Virginia and North Carolina to visit my friends,”  Mom Mom said.  Below is a luggage ticket from her first train ride :)

Then when they had their two children (my Aunt Debbie and my dad, Wayne) they camped and took family vacations up and down the east coast.

   Then they took bus trips together when they got older.  Mom Mom had her first airplane ride when she was 69 years old. :)  I love seeing their old photos and the places they have been.  When I begin telling/showing you my grandfather’s experiences during World War II in Europe,  I’ll show you some photos he took and where I went back to the same places and took photographs from the exact spots he stood.  Travelling is in my genes! :)  I’m going to leave you with some more family members and their old automobiles.

Did you notice the jersey above?  The one room school house of Nanticoke that my grandfather attended had a very talented baseball team- but I’ll save that story for another day. :)

Have a great Memorial Day Weekend!