Bangs, two-piece swimming suits, and family vacations in our station wagon along Route 66....
These were the things that were important to me growing up in the ‘60s and ‘70s. My mom always cut our bangs above our eyebrows, and always encountered grief about it along the way.
Another “big deal” was being allowed to wear a two-piece bathing suit.
Every summer we would load up the station wagon and travel along old Route 66 and beyond from Illinois to all the exciting places “out west” ... Painted Desert, Petrified Forest, Redwood Forest, Yellowstone, etc. We camped in a “pop-up” trailer.
When I was 12 years old and quite a tomboy, bears raided our cooler at Yellowstone. My dad grabbed my treasured baseball ball to defend us, and I remember being “concerned” for my bat rather than for my dad! Also, my mom always wore a skirt or dress...camping!
Fond memories of simpler times.