May 22, 1965, departure day for the Wayward Bus! Here, Phyllis is at the wheel at 7:00 a.m., ready to roll, from our back yard in Spenard, a suburb of Anchorage.
Yukon Silver City
May 23, We explored Silver City, a ghost town at Kluane Lake, and posed with this vintage vehicle. From left, me, Mikie, Jim at the wheel but hard to see, Glenn, Marlie, and Mom.
Late May in Ashland, Wisconsin. Aunt Phyllis carries some kind of doll or puppet. Why? Who knows—she loved to surprise people with something unexpected.
June 5, Our best shot of Niagara Falls. We took especially bad photos there!
June 6 – On the hottest day so far, we toured the Pilgrim village and the Mayflower replica. Mom, Marlie, and I were bedraggled in the heat.
Mid-June, We spent a day at the beach that Mom called Little Africa, on Long Island Sound. Pretty risqué in my pointy glasses and first two-piece swimsuit.
Glenn enjoyed the day at the beach too!
We escaped some of the Long Island heat in the backyard pool of some relatives. I’m on the left, Glenn on the right, and I think Mikie is behind Glenn’s hand. The other two are New York cousins.
The Alaska exhibit at the New York World’s Fair—we unexpectedly met friends from Alaska who were working there. Me, Phyllis, Mikie, and Glenn in the background.
My Aunt Betty—Mom and Phyllis’s youngest sister—lived in Virginia near Washington, D.C. We arrived on June 18, and sometime in the next week Mom took this group picture. In the front row, Betty’s son Franklin and daughter Mary; second row, Glenn, Mikie, Gram peeking in, cousin Shirley, and Marlie; back row, Jim, Phyllis, Betty’s husband Frank, Betty peeking through—because she is only 4’9” tall, and me.
During our very busy week at Aunt Betty’s house, we visited the zoo one day. Zoos have come a long way since those small concrete cages with iron bars. Glenn, me, and Marlie taking a break in the shade.
June 28 we arrived at Mom’s cousin Honey’s house in North Carolina, where we got up close and personal with a corn field. Mom’s diary says the kids picked corn and caught frogs. From left, me, Marlie, Mikie, and Glenn.
Fast forward to August 1, and a whirlwind tour of Mexico City with our guide, Lalo. Marlie posed with him in front of the public market he took us to. I don’t know how we fit in the Ballet Folklorico, public market, Xochimilco, and a bullfight all in one day, but Lalo made it happen.
Heading north going back to the USA, we stopped for a break and Mom struck a pose with Jim’s sombrero. Along the side of the car roof the side tent is rolled up on a metal pole that Uncle Bill welded or bolted on for us. It rolled out to form a sleeping room for Mom, Phyllis, and Gram on aluminum cots.
On The Road
Jim’s sombrero provided some shade for me to nap in the car. Just. Too. Hot. We were in 100-degree weather across New Mexico and Arizona, with no air conditioning.
On The Road
Our rear bench seats faced one another, and Mom provided a pillow for Jim and Glenn to nap in the heat. The rear cargo area nearly overflows behind her, and our collection of travel stickers nearly obscures the side window.
On August 7 we stopped at the continental divide sign along Route 60 in New Mexico. A long, hot day with no sightseeing. From left, Mom, me, Marlie leaning against the car, Glenn leaning on the signpost, Jim, and Mikie.
Marlin and I in the back seat. I often turned around to hang over the front seat and watch the road.
The entire day at Disneyland, including Mikie’s visit with Flower the Skunk from Bambi.
Glad to rest our feet on the shuttle at Disneyland. Or was this the next day at Marineland?
Sunset behind our Wayward Bus, somewhere on the road.