Growing up, we didn’t always celebrate the traditional holidays with family. We often lived too far away. I think that lifestyle has made it easier to deal with COVID restrictions and separations.
On the other hand, we had a lot of holidays in the other sense of the word. We took vacations all the time. Plus, because we lived in a lot of different places, we got to visit the attractions and sights in each of those areas. When we lived in San Diego, for example, we went to SeaWorld, Disneyland, Knott’s Berry Farm, and the San Diego Zoo.
For many years, we went camping at least once a month. When I was really little, we had a tent and a station wagon. Later, we had a travel trailer, then a motorhome, then a bigger motorhome. Any time we traveled between duty stations or if my dad had a school somewhere for a few weeks, we would stay in the trailer or camper.
As we traveled, we sang songs or played games. When we camped with the Good Sam Club, there were always games to be played – Jarts or horseshoes or UNO around the table. We had potluck dinner on Saturday night, and sometimes we’d gather for a few hymns on Sunday morning.
As a child, I got pretty jaded by all the traveling. Mom says my attitude was “seen one mountain, seen ’em all.” I got over that later. In 1987, we drove out to California, my mom and I, so I could attend a Star Wars convention. On the way, we drove through Saguaro National Park, and I stopped repeatedly to take photos of different cacti. To this day, every time I see a Saguaro cactus in a movie or TV show, I have to point out that they don’t grow arms until they’re at least 75 years old.
My husband’s not much of a traveler. His childhood vacations in a car with two siblings wasn’t quite the same as my only-child travels in an RV. He hates to be in the car, but he doesn’t want to stop at every roadside attraction, either. We’ve only been on a handful of holidays since we’ve been married. I hope once this pandemic passes, perhaps we can give traveling another try.