I’ve already shared with you how my father began to take his family across America in search of work. By the time I was seven years old, Dad had a new car along, with a serious case of wanderlust. He and Mom had had about enough of Ohio, with no real work to speak of there, so with 48 states all on one continent, they were planning to hit a few on the way to the final stop – California.
Long hours were spent in the car as we travelled, and needless to say my brother and I were bored stiff. In an era where no seat belts were fitted in cars, we had a lot of space in the back seat to make noise and fool around. Dad made frequent stops for gas, and for us all to stretch our legs. It was at these times that David and I got the chance to burn off some energy in the various playgrounds.