Road trippin', 1970s style: no food in the car whatsoever and one jug of water that we shared. What didn't fit inside our big 1972 Pontiac Safari Wagon was tied to the luggage rack. Dad was an easygoing type who didn't obsess over keeping to a schedule and didn't mind pulling to the shoulder when one of the little 'uns had to pee. Theresa, the oldest, and only girl, had impressive bladder control. On many trips, Mom would pack a picnic hamper full of sandwiches, fruit, meatballs, deviled eggs and other goodies. Sometimes she would pack fried chicken and the smell of it wafting through the car made us immediately hungry! We'd pull into a roadside picnic area to eat and because they were usually somewhat grubby, Mom packed a tablecloth and a can of Lysol. I shared the back "rumble seat" with my little brothers Brady and Scotty. We had hand-held puzzles and toys like a Wheel-O, but inevitably, Brady spent most of the trip asking me questions... "Donovan, why do dogs have fur? Why are fire trucks red?" Will Scotty get sick eating a booger?" Theresa, Timmy and Eric were older and sat in the middle seat. Theresa usually had her nose in the latest issue of Tiger Beat, gushing over David Cassidy and Bret Hudson, while the boys enjoyed comic books inbetween brief fistfights. Mom and Dad were pretty good in prompting the whole family in conversation. And when of course, there was music. We all loved the latest hits and Dad would pop a K-Tel "Sound Explosion" tape into the 8-track and we kids would sing at the tops of our lungs like pint-sized rock stars. ♫♫ ROCK ME GENTLY... ROCK ME SLOWLY... TAKE IT EASY.... DON'T YOU KNOW... ♫♫
my dad did not believe in a fun leisurly journey or in stopping for bathroom breaks ( unless it was for him) maybe we had snacks, no beverages but many many threats to " pull this car over"!. it was the times!
Road trippin', 1970s style: no food in the car whatsoever and one jug of water that we shared. What didn't fit inside our big 1972 Pontiac Safari Wagon was tied to the luggage rack. Dad was an easygoing type who didn't obsess over keeping to a schedule and didn't mind pulling to the shoulder when one of the little 'uns had to pee. Theresa, the oldest, and only girl, had impressive bladder control. On many trips, Mom would pack a picnic hamper full of sandwiches, fruit, meatballs, deviled eggs and other goodies. Sometimes she would pack fried chicken and the smell of it wafting through the car made us immediately hungry! We'd pull into a roadside picnic area to eat and because they were usually somewhat grubby, Mom packed a tablecloth and a can of Lysol.
I shared the back "rumble seat" with my little brothers Brady and Scotty. We had hand-held puzzles and toys like a Wheel-O, but inevitably, Brady spent most of the trip asking me questions... "Donovan, why do dogs have fur? Why are fire trucks red?" Will Scotty get sick eating a booger?" Theresa, Timmy and Eric were older and sat in the middle seat. Theresa usually had her nose in the latest issue of Tiger Beat, gushing over David Cassidy and Bret Hudson, while the boys enjoyed comic books inbetween brief fistfights. Mom and Dad were pretty good in prompting the whole family in conversation. And when of course, there was music. We all loved the latest hits and Dad would pop a K-Tel "Sound Explosion" tape into the 8-track and we kids would sing at the tops of our lungs like pint-sized rock stars. ♫♫ ROCK ME GENTLY... ROCK ME SLOWLY... TAKE IT EASY.... DON'T YOU KNOW... ♫♫
this is a beautiful memory
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my dad did not believe in a fun leisurly journey or in stopping for bathroom breaks ( unless it was for him) maybe we had snacks, no beverages but many many threats to " pull this car over"!. it was the times!
Great tips thank you so much! Angela
They all fit in one car?!!!!!?
They have like 10 seater minibus or something
You should try letting the kids snack on Benadryl and Nyquil, great for long trips. LOL Just a joke people.
Nahhhh that’s crazy💀
Do you drive a limo like wow
*Drive a limo*
-that one dude
Change your family name to "A Family of 12 in 37 Years"
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You look beautiful 😍
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the Littles can do sucking candies?
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