My Rving adventures started on January 21, 1948. It was my 7th birthday and what a wonderful gift I was receiving!
We lived in Detroit and we were setting out for an adventure in Tucson, Arizona. My father drove pulling a trailer that looked like an Airstream – but probably was not. My mother, brother and fraternal grandmother were also along for the ride. My maternal grandparents (pictured) had already made the trip to Arizona (I don’t know the identity of the woman in the doorway).
The trip took eleven days and with no video games or TV it must have been quite a challenge for my mother to keep my brother and me occupied. I remember holding my breath as we struggled to go up hills (or were they mountains?). When the car sprung a leak in the gas tank, we all pitched in (including my grandmother), chewing gum to plug the hole in the tank.
We didn’t last long in Arizona and made the trek back to Michigan after three months. However, those three months provided a lifetime of memories and led to years of camping experiences with my parents and then my husband, children and grandchildren.
From that tin can trailer with no TV or bathroom, through tents, pop-ups, and trailers, we now travel in a Class A motorhome with a TV, microwave, air conditioning etc. – but most importantly – a bathroom!
Submitted by Marilyn Kaczander-Cohen of Oak Park, MI as a part of the RV Centennial Celebration “Share Your Favorite RV Memory” contest.
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