My parents had a motor home when their four girls were young. We went to Disney World numerous times, drove out to Texas to visit family (I even got to see the South Fork Ranch), and went up to New Hampshire to visit family friends. I loved traveling in the motor home. It was fun. Sleeping on the top bunk, turning the dining room table into a bed at night, and watching my sisters argue. Such fun memories! Well, for most of us.
You guessed it…my parents didn’t find it as enjoyable of an experience as we did. There was the time my sister rolled off the top bunk while sleeping and nearly fell on my grandmother. Or, the time my older sister and I walked through the Disney campground and nearly got run over by another motor home driver who wasn’t paying attention. Close quarters with four high-spirited and unique girls can rile anyone’s nerves so once we got a little older, my mom gave us a choice: get an above-ground pool in the backyard or keep the motor home. We chose the pool, and I’m sure they got some relief.
Twenty some years later, my mom and I are discussing a family trip to visit some of the places I’ve been researching in my genealogy detective work. Taking the entire family would be quite interesting and difficult to schedule since two of my sisters are married with families of their own. I can just picture it – traveling through Czechoslovakia with 4 kids under the age of 10. Though, it would definitely bring us full circle. Then again, maybe we’d be better suited to go somewhere kid friendly, instead.
In the meantime, I continue with my research, jotting down the locations of interest and organizing them in order of visiting priority. Austrian, Czechoslovakia, Germany, Northern Ireland, Scotland, Canada, Michigan, Trenton…okay, maybe not the last one.
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