At least I think it’s that year and model, from what I could see when we drove past it in Williams, Arizona. We stopped there to get groceries and fuel during our winter vacation. Verna snapped this picture on our way through town.
Williams is a really nice little town along Interstate 40’s high country, just an hour south of the Grand Canyon. It snowed for four days straight prior to our trip through town. This Roadmaster is a really cool car, don’t ya think? Click on the image to enlarge.
We watched the events unfolding in Washington DC today and they reminded us of the last time we were in DC together. It was 19 or 20 years ago – we visited most of the Smithsonian Museums and art galleries, Arlington National Cemetery and the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, Union Station and the mall monuments. We stayed in Georgetown while we were there.
At one point, Verna paused near the White House to pose for this picture with then President George H. W. Bush. Click 4 bigger.
We woke up in Pahrump, Nevada, and will fall asleep in California City, California tonight. In the middle, we visited Death Valley National Park, where Scotty’s Castle is one of the attractions.
This beauty is a 4-8-4 steam engine locomotive, popularly used along the main railroads criss-crossing the nation in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. We stopped in the Old Historic Route 66 section of Kingman, AZ, today and spent some time enjoying the nostalgia. Click on the image below for a larger version.
I found this picture on the internet when Verna asked me if we would be able to cook while we’re traveling down the road in a rented motorhome. I was looking to see if there were any gadgets that we could use to heat meals, á lá crockpot-style.
I couldn’t find anything that would be suitable for our needs and I would be afraid of carbon-monoxide poisoning with a device like this one, even if they were available today. I guess we’ll have to settle for cooking on the stovetop and in the microwave when parked.
This is the house I lived in when my Mom brought me home from the hospital after giving birth to me. My Dad was off in the Mediterranean fighting Germany and Italy on board a US Navy Destroyer, the USS Brooklyn. I did not meet my dad until I was eighteen months old. Mom and my grandparents held down the fort in the meantime. Grandma and Grandpa lived a short distance away and seemed to be in the house most of the time.
One of my earliest recollections in this house was when Mom took me and my older brother into the small hallway between the living room and the bedrooms. She stuffed blankets under the doors to block in any light as she sat on the floor reading to us, explaining that we were having a ‘blackout’ since Imperial Japanese submarines may have been spotted off the California coastline. This was in 1945, before the end of the War in the Pacific.
Verna and I drove by the old house while we were out doing stuff today. Click the thumbnail to see larger size.
