September, 1950. Mom and Dad put me, their 6 week old infant into the foot of a black Nash sedan, distributed 6 other children in the remainder of the car and headed west from South Carolina. I do not remember the trip, and only what the older siblings have told me has formed my mental pictures of the journey.What did we "see" on that trip? What did we talk about? With no interstate highways and plenty of small towns in our path, it was likely eventful and colorful. Motels and TV sets were brand new to my family and the Rocky Mountains may very well have been in a foreign country. I am pretty sure that this experience set wheels to turning that have yet to brake.
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