Granddaddy, Darlene and Wes |
Most times, we drove. By the time we stopped for meals --- this was an era before fast food had become staples, and my dad preferred dining at sit-down restaurants where truckers stopped, believing they knew the best places to stop for a tasty meal with fast service --- and hotels with pools, so Darlene and I could swim at the end of a long day of driving, it took about four or five days generally.
Once, when I was a teenager, we made it in about fifty hours of solid driving, but that was the exception.
Once, when I was a teenager, we made it in about fifty hours of solid driving, but that was the exception.
Mom |
The first time I remember I was probably three years old, and we happened to meet up with Dorothy Gallahair, who was taking her three children to Georgia on a similar voyage without her husband, who like my dad stayed behind to work. In New Orleans, Dorothy convinced Mom to take advantage of a short layover to get some delicious donuts at a place she knew near the station.
Those donuts were actually beignets, the treat for which we now always visit the Café Du Monde on rare occasions when in N'Awlins. When we took Emma to Disneyland a few years ago, it was beignets her Uncle Jay bought her at New Orleans Square that saved a disappointing day and brought her to a happy state of mind, so beignets are apparently a family tradition destined to live on.
Two of Dorothy's children, Martin and Michelle, later became close friends who were regulars at our after school and weekend pick-up sports games in the street or at Boos School. The prototype tomboy Michelle, who adapted her name to Mitch, was the best athlete among us, until puberty gave the boys a boost of testosterone that made us naturally stronger. She probably played tackle football without equipment with the boys a few games too many, because leg injuries later slowed her down when she converted to Bobby Sox Softball, where she undoubtedly otherwise would have been a major star with all the tools.
Aunt Ann and Mom |
In any case, flying wasn't considered a serious option back in the 1960's when gas prices were cheap and commercial air travel was still a relatively new phenomenon for average folks.
In 2019, however, flying seemed the logical way to cross the country for us when we decided we should visit my Aunt Ann in February after she confronted some serious medical conditions.
Aunt Ann said she was in no condition to entertain visitors at that point and asked us to delay until May, which we did, and I'm happy to report that she has indeed recovered with vitality.
Wes and Aunt Ann |
Aunt Ann said she was in no condition to entertain visitors at that point and asked us to delay until May, which we did, and I'm happy to report that she has indeed recovered with vitality.
It would have been possible to fly to Montgomery Regional Airport, but we found it considerably easier and less expensive to fly roundtrip to Atlanta on Delta Airlines, arriving at night, and then get a rental car and airport area hotel.
Our seats on Delta seemed to have more legroom than on American Airlines, and the fact that they had a great selection of free movies we could view on our personal seatback monitors rather than watching on our smartphones confirmed this to be a good choice.
I selected 2019's Academy Award Winning movie, "Green Book," not knowing too much about it other than it beat out "Bohemian Rhapsody" and "A Star Is Born," which were excellent.
With lots of heart and big dollops of humor, it proved to be the perfect movie to watch flying to Atlanta. I don't want to drop any spoilers --- including which actor plays the working-class driver, which came as a total shock to me when they ran the credits at the end, as I am a fan of his other acting work, too --- but I'll embed the trailer below.
It was a good reminder of how things were in this country sixty or so years ago, not so much in a universal sense but anecdotally in a way that's relatable.
Great Granddad David Ledbetter and My Cousin Ronald |
In Alabama, on the other hand, there seemed to be almost as many black folks as whites, though for the most part we only passed by their ramshackle houses and noted them in the yards.
And lest you think my grandparents lived in palatial luxury on a plantation, keep in mind that the Civil War pretty much devastated any old wealth that might have been. No, the house in which my mother was literally born was not a mansion.
It didn't have indoor plumbing, unless you count a hand pump for well water by the kitchen sink. We would take baths in a wash tub on the porch, using water heated on the wood stove on which meals were cooked. There was an outhouse that was moved to different spots occasionally, and "a pot to pee in" available to avoid going out in the dark yard at night.
Granddaddy and his Children |
Sometimes, a few black people would come to the farm to trade with Granddaddy or buy some stuffed animals or kiln-fired ceramics that my grandmother made after she found a bit of free time when her kids all left home and a few prepared foods most of us take for granted took away some of the burden of preparing meals from scratch.
Wes and Cousin Angie in her Modern Kitchen |
In California schools and on TV, however, I regularly heard that people in the deep south were terribly cruel to "colored people," as used to be the politically correct term, as indicated by the well-regarded NAACP (National Association for the Advancement of Colored People). That cruelty didn't fit with what I saw firsthand.
Were there occasionally some unnecessary disparaging remarks? Yes, there were, but that was true in California as much as in Alabama.
Something I appreciated in "Green Book" was the ability to capture that nuance rather than using a sledge hammer. I don't think it is too much of a spoiler to say that an underlying theme of the movie is that once we become truly acquainted with people of different backgrounds, we often find mutual respect.
When Ron and I got together years later, we found his son had become an accountant, which is what I had been studying in college, and my son had become a musical director for movies, a subject that Ronnie talked about passionately when we took breaks while working on that crew together.
Cousin Steve, Brooks & Darlene, Angie & Steve, Wes and Aunt Ann |
Are there still virulent racists and KKK members in the South?
According to TV, yes there are, but they don't seem any more prevalent than Skinheads would be in the West or Northeast.
In a tip of the hat to television, let me say that because of TV in our living rooms, along with movies and social media, the differences between cultures has shrunk appreciably in recent decades, making fuller assimilation easier.
1 comment:
Wow, this blog brings back so many memories of the summer vacations to Nebraska and Arkansas. Thanks for sharing.
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