As a kid there were five kids in our family and Mom and Dad, we went on vacation once. Mom said we were going to Florida and Dad said Louisville, Kentucky. We ended up in Gettysburg Pennsylvania.
The transmission was dropping out of the car and that sort of limited the distance that we covered. Then there was the small matter of money, we didn’t seem to have enough to get as far as Gettysburg much less any other destination. Some place in Pennsylvania Dad found a Beneficial Finance office and borrowed a few hundred dollars so we could complete the trip and get back home. Very spontaneous and off the cuff that was Dad.
It was just enough to spend a few nights in a hotel and visit a few local attractions. We drove up to Hershey Park and checked the price on going in then took the free factory tour and skipped the amusement park side of things.
In Gettysburg I wanted to visit the Wax Museum but that just wasn’t in the budget. We all crammed into a tiny efficiency hotel room and watched black and white TV shows.
For lunch one day we had bologna sandwiches on Wonder bread while sitting in the car. It rained cats and dogs, and the A/C didn’t work. The Wonder bread was so damp your fingers went right through it. The baloney was was warm and the mustard warmer. Andrew Smith was all of about two years old and cranky, not a pretty sight at all.
These posts are a tribute to similar vacation stories written by my nephews.
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