Traveling with my husband by car from Texas to Florida reminded me of family vacations as a child. We always drove to Saltillo, Mexico to visit family. One year my parents were brave enough to take their family of eight children on a vacation from Texas to California to visit family in La Habra California. I was around thirteen years old with three older teen brothers, an eleven year old sister and three younger brothers. My youngest brother was around five years old. The family station wagon was packed with bodies so all the luggage had to be stored on top of the station wagon roof. Mom always packed sandwiches and a Tupperware pitcher of Kool-aide for these road trips. I remember making a pit stop at a Dairy Queen where we convinced dad to buy us hamburgers. Remember those teenage brothers I mentioned earlier. They were growing boys who played sports and could put some food away. I will never forget the cashiers face when dad placed the order for ten hamburgers, four with double cheese double meat. LOL, Did I mention, they were short handed that day, so the manager had to work as the cashier and cook.
I enjoyed those road trips and have fond memories, however, it was always nice to get back home to Texas.
|Awesome to see the Lone Star entering Texas Country.
|Nice to be Home.