In 1963, my friend Meighan and I drove to Canada on vacation and via Vermont. I lived in NYC and Meighan lived in Fort Lee, NJ. Prior to our trip o wrote away for tourism guides. One of the guides for Vermont listed churches all over the state by date so that you could eat at church dinners any night of the week. This was important because Vermont at the time really did not have that many restaurants. So, you ate good cooking, reasonably priced and met the local people. Lost Americana!
Wow, that's a unique and new to me tourist guide! Thank you for sharing that, as you might be the only one to recall that such a thing existed! History, quite an amazing and vast composite of everything that has ever existed, and so much is not only forgotten, but impossible to ever learn of because no one ever made note of it
When I was growing up in the '80s, we would eat a packed lunch at a rest stop on the 4 hour drive to visit my grandparents. Since I am the youngest of 8 kids, my parents didn't buy very much fast food for us.
I was born in 1971, and my dad split soon after, and never paid child support or alimony, and my mom was raising 2 kids on ADC. I don't recall what that acronym stood for, but it was state welfare, food stamps, etc. We rarely had any fast food.... unless we did something pretty good, like great grades on the report card, or something like getting a dollar in a birthday card. That was enough for a happy meal in the 70s. The drive to our grandparents was the result of the divorce causing mom to decide to move to her childhood home town where all her cousins still lived, where she had went through school, before her parents decided to move 11 hours north where I was born, and my dad's family lived. She seriously didn't like anything to do with dad after the divorce, which probably had a lot to do with it being 1972-73, him getting back from Vietnam, and drinking a lot, all the time. So, she bugged out, and moved. So for the one road trip I recall in a station wagon, it was a lot of coloring books, word find, jumble kids books, and peanut butter and jam sandwiches
In 1963, my friend Meighan and I drove to Canada on vacation and via Vermont. I lived in NYC and Meighan lived in Fort Lee, NJ. Prior to our trip o wrote away for tourism guides. One of the guides for Vermont listed churches all over the state by date so that you could eat at church dinners any night of the week. This was important because Vermont at the time really did not have that many restaurants. So, you ate good cooking, reasonably priced and met the local people. Lost Americana!
ReplyDeleteWow, that's a unique and new to me tourist guide! Thank you for sharing that, as you might be the only one to recall that such a thing existed!
DeleteHistory, quite an amazing and vast composite of everything that has ever existed, and so much is not only forgotten, but impossible to ever learn of because no one ever made note of it
When I was growing up in the '80s, we would eat a packed lunch at a rest stop on the 4 hour drive to visit my grandparents. Since I am the youngest of 8 kids, my parents didn't buy very much fast food for us.
ReplyDeleteI was born in 1971, and my dad split soon after, and never paid child support or alimony, and my mom was raising 2 kids on ADC. I don't recall what that acronym stood for, but it was state welfare, food stamps, etc. We rarely had any fast food.... unless we did something pretty good, like great grades on the report card, or something like getting a dollar in a birthday card. That was enough for a happy meal in the 70s. The drive to our grandparents was the result of the divorce causing mom to decide to move to her childhood home town where all her cousins still lived, where she had went through school, before her parents decided to move 11 hours north where I was born, and my dad's family lived.
DeleteShe seriously didn't like anything to do with dad after the divorce, which probably had a lot to do with it being 1972-73, him getting back from Vietnam, and drinking a lot, all the time. So, she bugged out, and moved.
So for the one road trip I recall in a station wagon, it was a lot of coloring books, word find, jumble kids books, and peanut butter and jam sandwiches