Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Pop, Please, Oh Please, Get a Hotel With A Pool
.... and so went the first day of our yearly trek on one of numerous family vacations (continued from yesterday) ... Now being cramped in the backseat of Dad's Delta Jetstar automobile, sandwiched intermittently between my brothers without my own window, is it no wonder that I begged Dad to PLEASE, PLEASE GET A HOTEL WITH A POOL and a slide if possible? (Bare legs against the vinyl seats for 15 hours required something refreshing to cool a girl off.) You can bet that I had my swimsuit packed in my purse so I didn't have to wait to get first dibs on the bathroom to change. My parents made this allowance and would let us get a good hour of swimming in before we went to dinner, after which we'd do a little trinket shopping before bed. Now here's where I always felt cheated. Dad would get a room with two double beds. He and Mom got one, and my brothers got the other ... that left me to sleep on an uncomfortable roll-away or in a sleeping bag (pouting with my bottom lip out)! The following morning would find us up and out the door early after a quick bite ... heading further east to spend the night with family in Oklahoma ... then off through the Ozarks and by the third day we were at Grandma and Grandpa's in the quaint little town of Pleasant Hill, Illinois, population 800. (A city mouse visits a country house ... whatever shall she find to do?) ... to be continued.
Photo: Yours truly & my dad about 1969