Home stay-cation-ing

Son No. 1 and friend in Ybor City, FL

Wife of son No. 1, in St. Petersburg, baking up a storm!

Son No. 2 in Bermuda on a cruise with wife and 3 daughters

The whole family on the Bermuda cruise.  I don't even know a few of them!

Son No. 3 went mountain biking in Colorado.  This is not him.  He probably was in the mountains, though he lives in high desert.  He slept in a hammock, so the must have been around trees.   Photos are from Wikipedia.

 My balcony each morning with laptop and coffee, and birds and sometimes a chipmunk. Me, I am retired and live in a vacation town. So I am on a stay-cation.

 I am careful about moving around so I don't toss laptop or coffee off the railings.

Today's quote:

Be pliable like a reed, not rigid like a cedar.

RABBI SIMEON BEN ELEAZAR

Floating along

Wading and lifting one's skirts...suggested to the viewer by Sepia Saturday this week.  

Dad in the Black River, with no swim suit, 1956 or so.

My first thought upon seeing this photo was "what a relief those women and boys were feeling, to have shucked their hosiery and shoes, and lifted either pants or skirts."  Only one woman took her hat off.   Then (being a bit of a bad girl) I thought, those women didn't shave their legs!  That wouldn't have been necessary with long skirts, now would it?  Ah, such lucky ladies.

I know, encumbered by layers of clothing that went to wrist, neck and ankles, how could they be glad of hairy legs?  I dare say the thought of shaving those legs would have been totally shocking to them.  As would the idea of wearing most of the clothes people go swimming in, or just walk around daily wearing these days.

OK, back to reality of connecting the theme to some of my old photos.

Little sis in front, I may be to the right behind her, because I was wearing, yep, a swim cap!  Unknown other girl in the rear.

The reason for my swim cap is my curls, which probably meant I slept on either brushy wire curlers or maybe pink foam ones.  When suffering that much, I wanted to keep my precious curls, though by the end of a day they usually had straightened out completely. 

Here I come, a relaxed and very thin adolescent!

Our family didn't ever take vacations. This is it, the one time we went and stayed for a week (or so) away from home or any relatives.  Not that great a memory, actually.  We really didn't know how to relax or certainly how to "play together."

Couldn't get Mom into a bathing suit and as usual she's sticking out her tongue at having her picture taken.

 I like the floating along while another tube rider is in a hurry to get downriver.

Apparently the outfit is still around where we stayed.

The Roving Toad

I guess I could sharpen this pic up a bit maybe.  But it's delightful when I remember the Kodak Instamatic tiny 110 mm camera I used to take it.  Then would take the cartridge into a drug store whenever we got home from the trip.

This trip is worthy of a whole story line, and I'll just hint about it today.  10,000 miles in 3 months, and covered most of the Midwest and western states, having started in Florida. The Van behind my son was The Roving Toad.

That's because it was an Open Road conversion, and of course a Roving Toad rhymed nicely.  Didn't look like a toad, but it kind of cornered like one.  And heaven help having crosswinds on a highway.  No less problems than many other campers of course.

The typewriter?  That's how I memorialized our journey, supposedly. But I also journalled other things too.  I'll have to look for those documents.  I already Xeroxed them and gave them to my older sons a while back, since they shared this journey with me when they were 7 and 11, or so.

Not as many photos of that trip as I'd like.  But I dare say there are already some of the National Parks available.  We camped in them, or State Parks, usually.  An occasional KOA was fun for the boys to go in swimming pools, or play pool while I washed our clothes, and enjoyed hot showers.

In 1974 we were a trusting civilization.  I never felt fearful as a single woman traveling with two boys.  It was a great adventure.  We certainly made many mistakes...and were blessed somehow to get through them all.  Our summertime trip took us from Tampa around the US returning to Tallahassee where we settled for a while.  I must have been the real Roving Toad myself.

Here's a better picture of the Roving Toad earlier when we visited my parents in Framingham, MA. 

I am submitting this to Sepia Saturday, for a theme related to vacations.  This week I think I get to say I'm posting something appropriate to the theme.  Yay me.  Come over to see the other posts that might come up from other bloggers...HERE.

My ceramic sculpture model looks a bit different.  But it is nice to have as a reminder of a faithful servant.

 

I sculpted it a couple of years ago, maybe 2012.  And as you can see, I drove it from 1972 to 1984.  I am sad to say my own negligence was it's demise.  I had lived in FL for so long, I didn't think of antifreeze at all.  I would just top off the radiator with water.  Ah, did it have a lovely engine too, a Chevy-Van 20, with a V-8, 356 engine (I think, not the 402) with a double barrel carburetor.  The camping equipment could run off a separate battery that was also charged when the engine was going.  So many mechanics had trouble figuring that out.  The design was far from perfect, but having been built in 1971 it was pretty spiffy.

So the story of the death of the Roving Toad is that I'd parked it in the parking lot in student housing at U of FL in Gainesville, and since there was a Christmas break, didn't drive it for maybe a week.  During that time there were 3 solid days below freezing...which was rare.  And when I went to drive it, it kind of sputtered.  So I checked oil and water, and the oil was gummy and full of water.  I'd cracked his little engine block from the ice in the system apparently.

So I was able to eventually sell it. I could get to classes still, on my trusty bike, which was the only way to move around campus. It didn't take too long to sell it because I had no way to get to a grocery store...I advertised it somewhere and sold it for a song.  The guy that bought it taught me something interesting about driving a vehicle with a cracked block.  He poured a big can of black peppercorns, not ground pepper, into the radiator.  And he said that might clog up the crack enough for them to drive it away.

He also got the 2 double beds, a flip over seat that was in front of the lower bed, a cabinet that included a small clothes closet, a full gas stove with oven and 2 burners, stainless sink, a working gas furnace, a portable toilet, a closet (where the toilet was located) and I don't remember what else.  I'd made curtains for the windows, and the upholstry on the seats and foam bed pads was kind of shot...but most of the equipment still worked.  I wonder how it all ended up.  Hopefully someone else got to enjoy it along the road as much as we did.  I think I had about 250,000 miles on it.  At least one transmission, lots of other bits and bobs.  

I bought a relatively little car next, also as advertised in one of those fliers, from a student.  It certainly wasn't worth sculpting to remember though.  Just a car.  There will never be another Roving Toad.