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Show 41 ALL DUNN by Roy Dunn HOWDY FOLKS After days and days of preparation we made the final inspection of the pick-up truck with the trailer coupled to the hitch. Audrey took the navigator's seat with her charts and maps while I slid in the pilot's seat and we blasted off for a two weeks vacation. Orem was the first stop where we picked up Charley (her name is Charlene, but we call her Charley) and later we were to pick up Cherie in Elko, Nevada, which we did, but much later. In an unguarded moment, sometime in the distant past, I had causually mentioned taking tak-ing these two eight-year old granddaughters to Disneyland this summer. I guess I musta some who has not enough to eat in this land where it seems that a percentage of the people peo-ple must be fighting a war which bolsters the economy that makes all these things possible. And still the slaughter slaugh-ter goes on for some and some live the good life and there are the in-be-tweens. I have no solution to offer. But to hear a man who is able-bodied say that he cannot can-not find a job and must apply for welfare, just does not sound like the truth to me. I have seen with my own eyes, more work in progress, from coast to coast, than ever in the history his-tory of these United States. We were in Los Angeles County for eight days where we took those little girls to Marineland, Disneyland, to the been talking instead of listening. listen-ing. But who could be so mean as to back out when they had been planning this trip since last summer? And for them, it must have been the longest year in history. After leaving Orem a refreshment re-freshment stop was made in Wendover where we discovered the refrigerator door and one of the cupboards had come open op-en on those rough roads over the salt flats. I still want to cry when I think of it. The trailer was a colossal mess. The floor was covered to a depth of about one inch with a mixture of Log Cabin syrup, raw eggs, flour, coffee, dill pickels, sweet pickles, cooking oil, raspberry jam and peanut butter. A sparkling glaze of broken bits off glass covered the whole of it. After drying our tears, we set to work and finally left town after one hour and fifteen IViai lucianu, iio.,vj..., , beach twice (since they had never seen the ocean) Ports-a-call, Griffith Park, Forest Lawn and every other place we could think of. After thirteen hours on the Disneyland grounds, we were passing out the gate and Charley Char-ley was heard to say, "I'll never nev-er forget this as long as I live." Whereupon Cherie answered, an-swered, "I'll never forget how my feet hurts, as long as I live." And so it was. A good time was had by all and if those kids was spoiled when we took them, they are rotten now. But all we had to do was dump them off on their parents and wash our hands of the whole affair. But I've never figured out why those kids never did have to go to the rest-room at the same time. SEE Y'ALL LATER minutes of scrubbing, .cleaning and mopping, for Elko, where we stayed the night. Leaving Elko behind us the next morning, morn-ing, we headed in the general direction off southern California Califor-nia with Cherie, Charley and Lance in the camper which was bolted on the truck bed, behind the cab. (Lance is the poodle dog the girls adore). Behind all this, the trailer followed true and we had no more trouble trou-ble for we made sure all doors were secure before starting each time, and we started many times. The inter-com, connecting the girls' compartment and the cab, proved useful. Also a nuisance, nui-sance, for the thing was forever for-ever yelling in a high, squeaky "voice; "Are we in California yet?" And we were, in due time, and from the start to the finish fin-ish of the three thousand miles we were to eventually travel, it seems there was hardly a time when people and machines were not to be seen working furiously building roads, houses, high rise apartment buildings, plush motels and brilliant splashes of paint seemed to vie with the wild flowers that spilled from the hillsides down to the very edge of the road in some places. And past all this, the columns col-umns of traffic roared by, ever increasing in numbers. Cam-. Cam-. pers, wood frame trailers plush aluminum, bullet nosed trailers, tent trailers, and some pulled by luxury automobiles, automo-biles, and some were self-propelled bus-like, self-contained units. Some of these must have cost as much, or more, than a modest house and lot. Ah the poor American people! It's hard to believe that there are |
