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
