Camping 1950’s with the Milligan’s

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Submitted by Markydoodle May 23rd, 2013
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On one of our many family road trips with the Mues (pronounced Moose) family, Wayne decided to take his boat to Yellowstone.  Dad wanted a boat, and, really who didn’t,  especially one that matched a ’57 Plymouth.  Here are our friends in Jackson Hole, Wyoming.  Let’s join the Milligan’s and the Mues’s as they trek from Farmland Nebraska to Yellowstone National Park circa 1959.

I don’t know exactly why, but for some reason we took my Grandpa’s ’57 DeSoto wagon on this trip.  We had one just like it, only green and white rather than blue and white.  But looking at these slides I’m remembering that.  I hope Dad washed it for Gramps after the trip.  God I hope he didn’t take it because it matched Wayne’s boat.

Family road trips for us was always about camping.  Camping was always about food, and fishing.  The men would fish, the women would cook.  I was too young to fish, they didn’t like it when I threw rocks and fell into the streams, so I remember at this age it being mostly about food.  And being cold.  I don’t know why Dad took a picture of Dorothy’s butt.  He must’ve thought it hilarious.

No trip to Jellystone was complete without a visit from Yogi Bear.  I’m pretty sure Dad took this shot from inside the DeSoto.

And another butt, this time Mom’s.  I have this slide reversed, but if you can read backwards, that’s a kool-aid box she’s using to store food.

Every slide I find of Mom, she’s smiling, and happy.  She loved every minute of it.

She was the proverbial Happy Camper!  (picture of my sister’s butt partially hidden by picnic table.)

3 Responses to “Camping 1950’s with the Milligan’s”

  1. Allee Willis

    Allee Willis

    I WANT TO BE ON THIS VACATION!!

    The cars are killing me. I’m sure the camping skills were supremely executed. Throw in toasted marshmallows and what else is left to achieve happiness??

    Love the butt shots too.

  2. Celiene

    Celiene

    My childhood dream vacation!! But Pops would have nothing to do with camping. We always rented houskeeping cabins, so mom could keep cooking and cleaning, just in a different house… He golfed.

    He finally gave her HER dream vacation the year after my brother got married. A road trip down the Northern CA coast to Solvang and back stopping wherever my mom wanted. Hotels and eating out every day – she cooked and/or cleaned NOTHING. She passed that next March. Nice gift to her. They would buy me drinks. I was underage (19). Great time had by all.

    We are all in the Vacation mood, aren’t we?