This is the third challenge in the Kidspot Top 50 Bloggers challenge. We have been asked to share a story about a childhood family road trip we took as a kid.
Did you know that I was a blogger even before blogs even existed? I was! Well, I was a serial journal writer and holidays were the perfect excuse for me to put together a really good journal. Filled with words, memento’s, pictures and drawings I have kept them all. This particular journal is my all time favourite and I am thrilled it will finally get the audience that it deserved to have. Let’s go back, way back, to 1989. A young Beth, aged 11, with all her puppy fat, went on a Family truckster road trip from Sydney down to Melbourne, then across to Adelaide and up the Birdsville Track to visit a family friend who had a 1 million acre(!) property in the middle of South Australia. We packed up our four wheel drive with the 4 kids in the back (my 2 sisters, brother and I), Mum and dad in the front, heck, it may even be a happy family memory. Who knew?!
Buckle up and come along for the ride…
Don’t you miss the days of covering exercise books in pretty wrapping paper? It was the highlight of the School year for me. Noddy was appropriate you see, he was in a car. And every journal needs a solid title page. Something to entice the readers. No detail was spared here – look at that colour! That underlining! The visual story!
Grandma’s crocheted rug kept the kids warm in the back. Check out that butter ball head!
We started the trip off by driving down to Melbourne. Standard stops in Yass for meat pies, then Albury for another pie. We rolled a lot of pies on family holidays. We visited family in Melbourne and clearly on this day went to an AFL match and perhaps bought some red pants and ballet flats? You will note my fancy glue work here – angles! Mixed media!
Then it was down the Great Ocean Road and across to Adelaide to stay with some more friends before heading right up the Centre of Australia. Collecting postcards and badges were a highlight for me – remember badges that you ironed onto things? Do holiday memento’s still exist? A snow cone here, a spoon there…and don’t get me started on postcards. Especially the politically incorrect ones with chicks in bikini’s on them with drunk Koala’s. Ah the good life!
OK. This is my attempt at my own postcard. I get it doll, I would look troubled and worried too if I looked like that. What’s the name for a full legged cankle?
Some things never go out of style do they? A Sportsgirl top! Something from Cherry Lane. I always kept the labels. The details in the journal entries contained interesting pieces of information like “Kirby woke up and chundered everywhere. But she was sort of OK.” Ah, sweet memories!
I never slept much in the car. I always stayed awake while the others slept. Mostly because Dad had a habit of falling asleep at the wheel aka Chevy Chase style in Vacation. Chubba Hawk eye had things under control. Oh, and thank GOD we have a carton of ciggies just behind my head. Priorities!
From Adelaide we stocked up on supplies and ventured up the Birdsville Track hundreds and hundreds of kilometres away to one of my Mum’s old School mates 1 million acre property. For 4 city kids this was another world – School of the Air, driving 2 and a half hours to the neighbour’s place, mail being delivered by plane, Lake Eyre, cattle droving and red dirt as far as the eye could see. I still remember all the smells, colours and times we had – such great memories for kids to have.
We then headed west through the Wilpena Pound & Flinders Ranges over to Broken Hill. The highlight for me each night was which hotel we were going to stay at. Mum would check the NRMA guide as we got into each town trying to find the Best Flag Inn or Best Western. I was beside myself with joy if they had those holes in the wall in which your breakfast could be slid through. Below was one of my favourites – I mean look at those bed spreads! Those red fancy carpets in the dining rooms! This was living!
“It has been a great holiday. Which I will never ever forget. I think it’s going to be the best holiday we will ever have.” And you know what? I think she was right. It was. We were all the right age, we were able to spend about 3 weeks as a family, in a car, talking, laughing, sharing. And when I think back to my childhood and the good memories that I have, this is right up there.
I think I might start finishing off all blog posts now with a “Well got to go now. Bye! Bye! Bye! Bye!” Oh! And while you are here, pop on over to Kidspot and vote for me why don’t you? I’d love to win this and am unashamedly desperate for votes! Thanks!