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Father’s Day always reminds me of my own father. My Dad, Ken, has been gone now for 11 years this coming July. Both he and my mother, Diane, gave me the love of travel. When we were kids they would pack us up in an RV and take us ether cross the state of Wisconsin, or across the country. These are some of the fondest memories. Don’t get me wrong, I have plenty of wonderful memories of my childhood, however when we traveled, we were all together at once experiencing something new.
When my Dad passed, and we were mourning, some of the stories that brought a smile to our faces and chuckles during those dark moments where stories of our travels with the RV. That’s why this article is so personal and important to me. I want to give my children that same sense of connection and family with adventure. Hopefully in this open letter to my parents you will see why I feel that family travel is so important. Thank you for indulging me with this post to my parents.
Dear Mom and Dad,
Thank you for giving us the spirit of adventure. Being a parent to children of my own now, I want to hand down that same sense of adventure and family to my boys. The experiences that we had were invaluable. Not just the places, but the opportunity of experiencing them together. From wondering if we would run out of gas in the wierdest places, to stopping at the most wonderful out of the way places. The best part was the in between. The stories of how my parents met, how my Dad met Elvis before he became famous and wouldn’t take a demo record from him because he knew how hard the kid was working and didn’t want to waste his money. How my Mom loved to water ski and loved being on the lake and how my grandparents built their house in Wisconsin.
I loved traveling watching my work together to get through the mountains and smaller caverns with a huge RV. It taught me the spirit of a couple working together and teamwork. To this day I can still close my eyes and taste the salt on my tongue when Mom wanted to Super 8 video the Salt Flats out west and opened the window. I can still see my sister’s jelly shoe melting on the asphalt in Las Vegas. I can still see Dad waiting in line for the Matterhorn. I can still hear Mom saying, “I love these short steps,” at the Winchester Mansion.
I hope that I too can give that to my children as they grow up. Hopefully Mark and I can create these types of memories for them as you created for me and my sisters growing up. And that’s why I love our family vacations.