Been on that drive before myself and it is stunning! LOVE how this two-pager turned out and so glad you had some of those photos from that (awesome) camera saved! I had a Minolta my dad bought in '69 and gave me and it took the BEST pictures! Great LO!
What great memories for a sixteen year old to be able to have. The trusting of being allowed to drive was quite an honor. Love your insight about your family. I wonder what your reaction would be to them today. I can remember meeting some pretty scary relatives who many years later enjoy - I wonder if I have changed or if they have LOL
This LO was done in response to the Inspired Scrapbooking class at BigPictureClasses.com by Stacy Julian. The month of May is stories about You- well, in this case, Me. I used CTMH Cricut cart ArtBooking for the titles & the paper pack is Timberline.
The journaling reads: The 1981 trip to Montana was the condition I was given in getting my driver’s license at 16. My mother’s older ½ sister, brother and mother lived in Montana. My father did not want to go visit them. So my getting a driver’s license was so I could help drive with my mom to Montana- about 1,140 miles (Prunedale, CA to Missoula, MT). The drive up thru northern California along Interstate 5 is beautiful especially with Mt. Shasta in the distance. Thankfully it was a beautiful April day and the mountain showed itself in all its snowy glory so I couldn’t resist taking photos w/my Minolta XG-1 (a camera I had saved for & purchased the year prior). I know I had to have taken photos other than this, but over the years these are all I have found of the trip. The one photo of a rocky ridge is actually a ‘dead’ volcano also along that I-5 route in CA. What I remember of visiting with my family is my Uncle Vincent & Aunt Karen’s kids, Melinda (2-yrs younger than me) and her 2 younger sisters, Helen & Mary. My Aunt Martha (my mom’s ½ sister) is nuts & I disliked every interaction with her. Very overbearing and the cigarette smoke in the house was awful. My grandmother- I called her Grandma B (short for Bollinger so I could differentiate her from my father’s parents) was sweet, but she could be very controlling. This visit is also where I learned that my Aunt Martha, Uncle David & Grandma did not believe in banks and had lots of old coins in small tool boxes in the basement. They also had guns & ammunition as the Communist were coming any time now. They lived on a hill away from town on a dirt road. This confirmed my suspicions about my Aunt Martha being nuts. Overall this visit enlightened me on why my father didn’t want to come. I was also very glad they did not live near us. There is much more to this story and all the details about this part of my family, but I might have to write a book to cover it all. I used to joke I could sell the stories to be a soap opera.
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