Growing up, my family vacation was spent visiting Osoyoos, British Columbia, to see my father’s cousins, the Pendergrafts. Ted and Bea Pendergraft had moved to British Columbia around 1934. Those were hard times because of the depression, but Ted was a hard worker and very enterprising. He truly was a rags-to-riches story. I recall for one of my birthdays, my aunt gave me a doll. Why do I remember that so vividly? I also remember fish in a creek up on my uncle’s mountain (he owned most of Anarchist Mountain at the time, I think), and I also remember the orchards and a fruit stand they had along the road.
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Once or twice we rented a cabin for a week on a Minnesota lake or met my mom’s brother at Wisconsin Dells. They lived in Illinois. When I was about 8, Mom, Dad, and the three girls (I’m the oldest) drove to Mt. Rushmore, sleeping in the car. Then five years later, Dad made a wooden trailer and put a rollaway bed in it. Parents slept on the bed, some kids were under the bed, and a couple slept in the station wagon. We made it all the way to Disneyland and back.
great family memories.. Those are the best.
Vacations – From Memorial Day Weekend to Labor Day Weekend, we spent a lot of weekends camping, fishing & hiking. Dad drove school bus so we always had the summer off. Spent part of the month of July haying. When the last bale went in the barn, we hit the road. One of our trips was to see Yellowstone – we also took in Glacier NP, Mt Rushmore, Badlands, and Teddy Roosevelt Parks. In 2021, my husband & I revisited most of those.
I love retracing the steps of a previous generation.. or in your case going on the same vacations as you did when you were a kid. Those are the best memories and it sounds like you family made the best of your vacation time. I don’t think I’ve been to Yellowstone and I’ve never been to Mt Rushmore. Those are on my list. Happy hunting.
My dad was in the Marine Corps. He was an enlisted soldier. We didn’t have much money. He wanted to take us camping and fishing. At the time we lived in southern Illinois. He rented a pop-up camper and all 5 of us went camping that weekend. It was beautiful along side the river. However eating was really fun. In the mornings the eggs were fried or scrambled in a tin can. They came out colored black. None of us kids wanted to eat it, but we had to.
That does sound cozy in the pop-up camper.. but they sound like terrific memories. Thankfully I’m allergic to eggs so it would be easier to pass on the eggs. 🙂 Happy hunting.