Old Florida and a bit of Georgia and N’Orleans. Feel free to skip if you can’t take it! I wouldn’t blame you one bit.
We had gone to California the summer before my brother graduated; so the summer before Sister Carole graduated, we went to Florida. Driving all the way in a two-door blue Ford Maverick with back seat windows that didn’t unwind and two chain-smokers in the front seat. Neither of whom would roll down the window to let the smoke escape because “the air conditioner is running.” To top-off the horror and total humiliation, the Maverick had almost no trunk space, so daddy rented one of those on-top-of-the-car luggage racks. Carole and I both still have the scars of teenage indignation from that trip. And if I ever end up with lung cancer, I will blame this particular vacation also.
The first part of the trip (and I can’t find pics) was to Vicksburg, Mississippi. I remember the Yazoo River running through some Civil War battleground. There is a pic of me sitting on a cannon somewhere. I know not where. We stayed in Biloxi, where there was a ping pong table at the so-called resort and the juke box was stuck on two songs … Rod Stewart’s “You Wear it Well” and I can’t remember what the other one was.
Next, was New Orleans. I loved it there! We were allowed to walk around *FREE* …. oh was that a lot of fun. Little did we know that mom and dad were on the other side of the street watching us all the time. Oh, we were hot stuff alright.
This pic below is **just because** I have always liked it. Me and mom. Me being a 14-year old snit.
Next was Stone Mountain, Georgia.
Maybe someone can tell me if this carving was “in progress” or is it complete here? I don’t know.
Now for more of Pam being a 14 year old snit. I think it was because I was humiliated for having to wear a sailboat on my tank top. I distinctly remember hating that sailboat with a passion but it was a thousand degrees outside, so had to wear it.
Next, it was off to Mouse-World and “Old Florida”. Dear Chickie, not nearly as many pics as I had hoped to find, and probably none that are of worth to you. But I promised to scan and here they are:
Pam and Sister Carole in front of some huge tree. Now dig that tie-dye tank top. Loved that top. LOVED it.
Cypress Gardens and the water skiers:
Here’s a random Southern Belle sitting in a swamp with gazebo:
A heron in a swamp.
My mom with hanging cypress trees behind her. I always felt my mom was sort of a cross between Liz Taylor and Jackie O. She had a certain glamour factor back in the day. This pic didn’t scan so well.
Another random Southern Belle sitting in sweltering heat wearing civil war dress and being miserable, I have no doubt.
Mom and Sister Carole watching the fish through the glass bottom boat.
And here are the fish they were watching:
My dad, who was the shutter-bug.
Mouse-World. The year it opened (1972-ish)
Not sure what beach we went to, but that Atlantic Ocean was big and scary compared to the Gulf of Mexico. I didn’t like it. And what would I give to have my 14 year old bikini body back? Uh, a lot.
Awkward Family Photo of my dad. Or, maybe for one of those things that go around the internet where something strange is going on in the background? I never noticed this before today. Is that kid getting slapped by his dad? Too funny!
Thank you for taking a trip back in time to 1972 with me. The interesting thing is, I didn’t get the family trip the year I was a senior. Everyone else was grown and gone. What I did get was a trip to Hawaii with two girlfriends after graduation. Unsupervised. Heh. Now there’s a post for another day.