CHAPTER 100. VIRGINIA FOR LOVERS. 1962
From the big city to the back country. We got home from the New York jaunt at 4:00 pm on August 7. Our car was still in the garage near Pottstown getting a new radiator and hoses. So on August 8 we were off with Lois’ father to her Uncle Albert’s Sassafras River cabin.
She had graduated from the modest blue one-piece she used to wear on these outings. Now she wore a nice white Bikini. For me this suit had a great convenience over her other. It was held together by these metal clasps that were easy to unsnap. It made removal of her suit very simple and quick underwater. We just had to be careful our suits didn’t drift away with the current while we were “swimming” or eaten by those blasted nibbling fish.
On the next day we did nothing but rest at home, and on the day after that my mom and grandmother delivered our repaired car to us. I drove them back home. We still had just over a week of vacation remaining and on August 11 we headed to Virginia.
We went on a six-day motor trip exploring that state. They hadn’t come up with the “Virginia is for Lovers” slogan yet, and didn’t until 1969. They tried a variety of slogans, but nothing caught on until that “Virginia is for Lovers” tag and boy, did that ever catch on!
Slogan or not, we truly capture the spirit and enjoyed love in everyplace we stayed over night.
I saw this trip as a real opportunity to put my
movie camera to use. I rather regret that decision today. Technology has rendered 8mm film an artifac of the past. My movie camera and projector are gone. I still have the films I made, somewhere in this house, but no way to see them. Because I had that blasted movie camera I took few still photos. I can get the film converted to DVDs, if I can locate them.
I was a member of AAA (still am) and allowed them to map out this trip as they had for our Honeymoon. It was a nice service. We went into an AAA office in Pottstown and sat down with one of their agents. She asked us a number of questions about what kind of trip we would like and then after a few days gave us a packet containing maps, tour books, brochures and a flip-page booklet called a Triptik, which was a detail map and narrative of the proposed trip
The Triptik had a some charts inside where you could record stats about your trip or figure the expenses, along with pages of tips on accommodations, what to do in an accident and so forth. Today you go online to the AAA website and create your own trip map and print it out.
We stayed initially at the Admiralty Motor Hotel in Norfolk. The rate was $12 per night. On the travel down we had lunch at a Howard Johnson’s in Dover, DE (these were everywhere in 1962, like McDonald’s, but better). Lois had a tuna and egg salad bowl and I had a hot turkey sandwich, cost with tip, $3.70.
We ate dinner in the Admiralty Mayfair Room. Lois had a shish kabob and strawberry parfait. I had the roast turkey dinner (was I gobbling yet) and a chocolate parfait, all for $8.50. We had driven 247.5 miles and used 17.3 gallons of gas. I spent $5.65 on gas and almost as much on tolls at $5.45. Gas was $.32 a gallon, outrageous!
In no time at all we turned into a couple on their second honeymoon, and Lois, was a very vocal love, which at home though I hadn’t taken that much note of it. We knew her sounds would be heard outside and we didn’t care. It added to our intensity, This would become very much our M.O. the rest of the trip. Strenuous and noisy love making.
We drove a short distance to Williamsburg and stayed at the Williamsburg Lodge, also $12.00 a night. We had lunch in the Lodge’s Coffee Shop, a club sandwich for Lois and Frankfurters, baked beans and a salad for me. The cost was $2.75.
We took in the historic town with its colonial shops and pageants.
That night we attended the Oscar Wilde play, “The Importance of Being Ernest”. Dinner was at the King’s Arms Inn (pictured left). Lois had sliced ham with sweet potatoes, beets, salad, fruit shrub and pecan pie. I feasted on a half chicken, sweet potatoes, beets, salad, fruit shrub and orange sherbet. They served vegetables family style. The cost was a whopping $8.75, almost $76.00 in today’s money, the most we spent for a meal the entire trip. But after all, The King’s Arms Inn was the premier restaurant in Williamsburg so one expected prices to be high.
We had lunch at the Lodge Coffee Shop again the next day before heading for our next destination. Lois must have liked their club sandwich for she had another. I had a hamburger, total $2.00.
We made several stops on our way to Richmond that afternoon. We visited Sherwood Forest Plantation, the home of President John Tyler. Landscaper Andrew Jackson Downing (right) designed the grounds .(Hmmm, wonder if he was an ancestor?). He was quite an influential landscape designer and he designed the White House and Smithsonian grounds. He died tragically young, 36, when the boiler exploded on the steamer Henry Clay while cruising down the Hudson River.
Our next stop was the Berkeley Plantation and we upped the count.
This was the birthplace and home of two Presidents, Benjamin Harrison and William Henry Harrison. Finally, we explored the Shirley Plantation. There were no Presidents living here, but it was the first established plantation in the state. It was founded in 1613, six years after Jamestown and has been owned by the same family ever since.
Slave labor was introduced at the plantation as early as 1616, specially so by 1622. I do not know how they handle their history today. Up to recent times they conducted a slave tour of the property. I do not know if this continues anymore. As late as 1987, Hellie Carter of the family, ducked questions on the history as as not to disturb the sensitive of the current generation and not to step upon anybodies’ toes.
We stayed at the Holiday Inn in Richmond again paying $12 for the room. We had lunch in the Inn’s La Paree Restaurant. Lois had swordfish, salad, baked potato, tomato juice and orange sherbet. I partook of a pork chop, applesauce, fruit juice, salad and orange sherbet. Dinner was $6.70.
We had lunch in the La Paree the next day as well. Lois went for the La Paree Salad, milk and chocolate fudge ice cream. I got another hamburger, milk and lemon meringue pie. Lunch was $2.85, which won’t even get you one slice of pie anymore.
Ash Lawn, President James Monroe’s home followed by Monticello (left), Thomas Jefferson’s interesting estate. We were driving on the Skyline Drive, the roadway my father helped construct when he was in the CCC. We went underground at the Luray caverns and finished up with a visit to a car museum. We stayed at the Mimslyn Inn at Luray for the night, $11.00.
We had dinner in the Mimslyn Inn Dinner Room. Lois had Lobster Tails, Lionized Potatoes, Harvard Beets, milk and peach shortcake. I had filet of haddock, applesauce, Harvard Beets, milk and a chocolate sundae. This set me back $6.00.
had a Caveman Hamburger, French Fries and milk. I had something called the Dashaway Barbecue, French Fries, juice, lime Jell-O salad and a Pepsi. This was our second most expensive lunch, $3.05. Must be because it was a tourist destination. We cut across to the west and spent a little time at The Natural Bridge before ending our tour of Virginia. We would be back this way a few decades later and guess what?
The Natural Bridge was still there, au natural as ever..
From there we traveled back to Pennsylvania to Gettysburg. We visited the Wax Museum, Hall of Presidents, The Diorama and Fantasyland. That night we spent at the Battlefield Hotel (left), $9.37.
We had dinner at the Gettysburg Howard Johnson’s. Lois had clam chowder, crab cakes, French fries, Cole slaw, an ice cream roll and milk. You may have noticed Lois likes seafood, something I do not. I had roast turkey (obviously I like turkey), mash potatoes, cranberry sauce, peas, an orange drink and fudge cake. Dinner was $5.64.
the Cyclorama and took a tour of the Battlefield before heading home. We stopped at another Howard Johnson’s for lunch in York, Pennsylvania. We both had Ho-Jo’s and French Fries and Cole slaw. Lois had milk and strawberry ice cream short cake. I had a Coke and a chocolate sundae. Our final meal on the road was the most expensive of the lunches at $4.04.
We were on the road six days. We covered 794.1 miles using 37 gallons of gas. My total gas bill for the trip was $11.58. I can’t even get a half-tank full today for that amount. My Lark got just over 21 miles to the gallon.
It sounds as if all we did on this Virginia trip was eat, but we really did go to many attractions, and we had a lot of sex. I am sure I took several reels of 8mm film, but until I can afford to have those converted to DVD I will do without any pictures. And there were pictures, but none of the sex.
We arrived home at 5:00 on August 16 and the next day I ran my film boxes up to Pottstown for developing, and naturally we stopped at my parents for dinner. I got the developed reels on August 23 and we spent another evening at my parents having our premier showing. By then it was the last Sunday of August and we were back to Pottstown for the Wilson Family Reunion at my Cousin Bob’s. In case you wonder, in this silly picture from that reunion, my father is on the far left and I am second from the right with my arms crossed. It was one of the games played, not a drag show.
The powers that be over the mailing operations at Atlantic Refining made the final decision to convert to Speedaumat while I was on vacation. This made Ron Paul more crotchety than ever and when I reported back to work he was barely speaking civil to anyone. He grumbled about the new system constantly and the dark smoke from his pipe was thicker and darker making you expect lightning strikes would soon shoot out. I was barely inside the mailroom door when pulled aside by the boss, not just my division boss either, but the head of the Department, a man we seldom saw. He usually was in his private office many floors above us.
made to pull me from the daily work force to help with the conversion. This was a job that should have automatically fallen to him, but his stubborn refusal to cooperate called for a change in plans. Instead the conversion job fell to me because I was considered the most reliable employee. Ron would have to sit down at a Graphotype and actually type plates to fill in for my reassignment. He was certainly not pleased about that.
Ron Paul was not the only person grumbling about this current situation. Since before we went off on vacation Lois had often complained about feeling isolated up atop Mount General Warren.
“We’re out in the middle of nowhere,” she would say. “I can’t get out anywhere. There is nowhere to walk to. There’s not even any sidewalks.”
It was certainly true that she was totally dependent on me to take her anywhere, unless she wanted to pay for taxi cabs. There was no public transportation between us and Paoli and she had never learned to drive a car.
She didn’t know, but her plight had been heard and my dad went in to Pottstown on the First of September and picked up the forms to apply for a Lerner’s Permit. She didn’t actually get around to filling it out and taking it back into town to get the actual Lerner’s Permit until October 6. In between she had started seeing a doctor every couple weeks. She was having some problems, but could not identify exactly what was wrong.
She took her first driving lesson from a private trainer on October 13. My grandmother paid for it. After her lesson she and I joined her father for dinner in Collegeville, probably to celebrate her birthday that was coming up in a couple days. On the 21 she had a two-hour lesson beginning at 9:30 AM and then another lesson on the 27. She took one more lesson on November 3, then went straight to Norristown and took the test. She passed. That was on a Saturday and we joined with my parents’ gang at the Spring City Firehouse that night. You know, these were the people from whom Richard and I used to “borrow” cars.
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