Good Old Days Magazine

Making a Splash

“Why do we always have to go to Michigan on vacation?” I’d complain every summer. “Can’t we go to Disneyland instead?”

Mama’s explanation was always the same: “Going to Michigan in the summer is what folks in Ohio do to escape the heat. It’s cooler.”

Heading north, we’d stay each night at a different motel, like a Holiday Inn or a Howard Johnson’s Motor Lodge. I’d look for motel billboards advertising “Heated Pool.” However, the summer of 1957 was different. I was 7 years old, and it was a vacation we never forgot.

My thrifty Scotch-Irish

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