As much as Daddy loved to drive, there was one year I remember he was not at all thrilled to be driving to Chicago. I remember that we did, anyway, because we had some side trips to make to other relatives, that going on a train would not have allowed us to make.
Why could my road trip loving Daddy possibly have dreaded the trip so much, and been so relieved when we were safe and sound back home with no harm to the car or to any of us?
I'll give you a few hints. Hint number one - The apartment had no garage, and Daddy had to park on a busy Chicago street. Hint number two - We lived in Alabama. And the Big Hint - It was the summer of 1963.
Put on your thinking cap - remember the year 1963 if you can. Can you figure out why Daddy was so reluctant to drive to Chicago that year?
nostalgia, childhood memories, 1963
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hmm, need help in this one. i was born in 1969..but i'm surely glad that you were all safe..
This was one time when Daddy's tendency to see the worst possible outcome was well founded. We didn't have any problems, but we certainly could have, with our license plates.
Well, I think a lot of racial stuff was going on with segregation and riots and so on down there. That must have something to do with it?
You are absolutely right, anvilcloud! For another hint, think 1963, Birmingham, and MLK ( or Google it, Chana, and all you other youngsters).
"WOW" time must have been hard on you guys.but like Chana says glad you were safe
Wish you all the best
I doubt that anybody in Chicago would have known that the first numbers on our Alabama tag indicated that we were from Birmingham. Our trip to Chicago was only a few months after Martin Luther King wrote his Letter from the Birmingham Jail.
what a wonderful thing you did to post about Keka and her Marshmallow. you are so kind, thank you. she is such a happy kid again. loving her stuffie with all her might. thank you for your thoughtfullness. may everyone have the luck that we did. i would hate to think of any parent seeing such suffering without a hope of a happy ending. hugs.
I was happy to be able to post about Keka and Marshmallow on Plush Memories. All those parents who are feeling such anguish, seeing their little ones upset over the loss of their lovies, need hope.
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