When I changed to my copier job we were able to plan family vacations - the primary one being time at the New Jersey seashore.
A family in our church had a house in Surf City, New Jersey. As you might imagine, from its name, it was a seashore resort, located about sixty miles from our home. The first floor of the house was a garage, the second floor, a very large apartment, and the third floor, the owner's apartment. We began to make plans to rent the second floor apartment for one month during the summer - usually in July. The house was located one block from the bay and about three blocks from the ocean, a site that I considered ideal for our family's use.
So, on the first of July, in 1957, off to the beach we went, in our car, loaded with family, a dog and a bowl of goldfish. Once settled in, we luxuriated in the steady, cool breezes from either the ocean or the bay, and set about enjoying ourselves.
Because I was trying to establish myself in the copier business, I did not take a vacation for the first four years, but was satisfied with weekends and occasionally a Wednesday overnight with the family.
The house-owners drove to the shore every Wednesday evening for an overnight refresher and I traveled with them, returning to work early on Thursday mornings.
More, later.
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Ah...those were fun days! Remember the mosquito fogger that drove by and we ran around shutting the windows?
ReplyDeleteThe vacation we took as a family for your 80th birthday was the best! Love you!
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