Every trip was a Honey moon

I grew up with dad driving all night to get somewhere.  If he got sleepy he pulled off the road and took a nap. Those were the days before the word Motel was around these parts. There were Tourist Cabins, Tourist Courts, Motor Courts and Car Camps. The word Motel was coined in 1925 in Las Angeles.  But it was slow getting to the East coast.

The price per nite at the Tourist Cabins was $2-$5 and out of the  question just for a place to sleep. Conservative folks would not waste that money. So even though we traveled a lot until I was 16, I never saw the inside of a motel.

No fast food places or restaurants for food, mama always packed enough for what we called a picnic. Every so often counties would place a Picnic Table along the road.  There would be a small sign ‘Free Picnic Table Ahead’. If it was summer and we passed watermelons for sale, dad would buy one to go along with the picnic. I always enjoyed seeing his big fist ‘bust that melon’. The the pieces were broken up, we ate salt on our ‘melon’. Mama always had salt.

The Bride in front of the motel, Dad’s Rambler we were driving.

So it is no wonder that Sherry and I enjoyed our one night Honeymoon. WE got a motel beside Lake Lure. “NOW LEME TELL YOU , ‘AT WAS HEAVEN.”

We were married on Sat evening, honeymooned Sat nite, Loved all day Sunday, and I had to drive back to the base Sunday night and leave my new WIFE.

T(The Groom outside the motel)

So after that, EVERY TRIP WAS A HONEYMOON. That is how we viewed vacations, nights out, weekends, etc., for the first 50 years of our marriage methinks. Maybe we are becoming the old married couple! You think?

Did I fall in love with MOTELS? You bet.  So We have honey mooned in many motels since then, until we found our rolling love nest.

 

I e-mailed our Grandson Josh and his beautiful bride Megan this week asking them, to never become the old married couple, always remain newly weds. He e-mailed back and said they would remain newly weds until Grandpa and Grandma become the Old married couple. 

Glenda, who comments here (Ah, she was a little beauty too), talks about when she was 12  that she remembers Sherry & I kissing a hugging a lot.  I guess we did.

We seldom stay at a motel anymore, but we consider the cruise ship, a good substitute.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

I am sitting here as I type and look over at my bride as she is playing a game on her computer, I am one lucky dog!!!!

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Yeah Santa must update also…/