Friday, July 25, 2014

On The Road

Chronica Domus
A family vacation photograph taken on the road in the mid-1940s showing my husband's grandmother Ruth, wearing a white dress and holding onto one of her little girls
Photo: Chronica Domus


The time has arrived for a family summer break which means that I'll be away from my scribblings until early August.  I hope to be rejuvenated and rested upon my return, and ready to post some stories I've been working on lately.

I hope that you too are finding the time to put your feet up and enjoy the delights of summer.

Toodlepip for now!


14 comments:

  1. Have a great trip; I will be looking forward to your articles when you resume posting.
    --Jim

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    1. Hello Jim,

      Thank you for your good wishes for a successful trip. It was everything I had hoped it to be and I shall be writing about the journey as soon as I get a little more organized. Do stay tuned.

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  2. Have a lovely trip, CD. I, too, look forward to your postings when you return.

    Spud.

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    1. Thank you Spud. It was certainly a lovely trip with lots to see and do. I look forward to posting about it over the next few days.

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  3. I too will be taking a mental road trip until september to recharge. Have a good one!

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    1. Oh, I love the idea of a "mental road trip" Do enjoy yours Lindaraxa, I'm sure you deserve it.

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  4. Enjoy! And thank you for sharing such a wonderful photo! x

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    1. Thank you Natalia! I'm so glad you enjoyed the photo. It is a favorite of mine, taken of my husband's family.

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  5. Have a restful summer break and hopefully your return might include a little backstory to this charming pic.

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    1. Thank you GSL. I did discover a little more about this wonderful family photograph over the past few weeks. It is believed to have been snapped in northern Washington state in 1949 during the family's travels. The little girl being held by my husband's grandmother is his aunt Loretta, who recently passed away. She was three years old in the photograph. Fourth from the left is my mother-in-law, in all white and pig tails, and next to grandmother Ruth, is the oldest daughter Muriel.

      One of these days I shall write a post on grandma Ruth who lived an interesting life and arrived in California due to circumstances related to the Dust Bowl of the 1930s. In fact, a very famous book was dedicated to her father who inspired one of the eras great authors.

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  6. Where'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade;
    Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a shade:
    Where'er you tread, the blushing flow'rs shall rise;
    and all things flourish where'er you turn you eyes.

    Enjoy the journeying and the arriving.

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    1. Hello Blue, I love this, thank you. Yes indeed, I saw plenty of glades, trees and flowers on my journey, which I shall write about over the next few days.

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  7. A simply charming photo---my idea of a Summer vacation. Your blue skies and luxuries of Cabo have nothing on the rustic charm of a "kitchenette room" at a motel along the Mississippi coast, with the beach just a few barefoot hippety-hops across the blacktop highway, and the prospect of a crab dinner with crabs you'd caught yourself on a string from the pier.

    Indeed, your family is having a wonderful time---all those beautiful folks smiling into the California Sunshine, caught forever young and in a wonderful moment of their lives.

    For the record, a MOTEL WAS the height of luxury in my young years---those little rows of numbered doors leading into the COOL of a room-not-your-own with the same scent, no matter what the location. I don't think I ever entered a room from the INSIDE of a building until I'd graduated from high school and we forty youthful travelers took a Greyhound for a week's trip to WAshington, DC. Hotels were it for us then---I daresay no chaperone in history would risk all that young enthusiasm and preposterone on such easy escape as a long line of motel doors to the outside.

    And no matter where you'd been, your Samsonite Train Case smelled of Coppertone for months after.

    Thanks for the 'memberin'

    r

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    1. Hello racheld,

      I'm so very pleased you've enjoyed this marvelous photograph. It is my favorite of all the photographs my husband has of his family.

      Your description of motel and hotel staying is absolutely charming and I have to share with you that while we were in Los Cabos recently, the very subject of Coppertone (and Hawaiian Tropic) was discussed. We were reminiscing about the smells of holidays by the beach in days gone by (decades actually), and both of these summer essentials were mentioned. I can't believe we used to fry in the sun using oils and not creams so long ago!

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