I remember back in 1953 we had a 1947 Ford Stationwagion,and it has real wood around the doors. I remember Sunday morning packing the car to go to the beach after early Mass. We took chairs, blankets, Colman stove to cook on. The car would be packed from bottom to top. Oh and the food my father would bring you would think he was feeding an Army. It was only 30 miles to the beach,but it would take us 3 hours to get there. My mother would stop along the way and buy more stuff for the beach,and my father would say where are we going to put this stuff. We would get to the beach by noon,and it always seemed to take forever to unpack the car. Then my father would start cooking,hotdogs,hamburgers,green peppers,and onions. Oh and the smell of green peppers,and onions cooking would drive other people on the beach crazy with hunger. In those days you cook on the beach,but most people would have sandwiches. We would stay on the beach until around 6 o'clock. Then of course 3 more hours back to home. We always stop for ice cream,and had at least one flat tire to fix on the way home. Oh the good old days that made me me. All of this and more I remember in the land that made me me. Post your comments,if you have memories of the 50s. Always,more to come.
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