When I was growing up, in Atlanta, every year we went to Florida. My dad wanted to try a different beach each year.
My parents, God bless them, communicated by arguing.
One summer, mom declared that she was sick of Florida, and wanted to go to the Georgia mountains.
We left early one morning for the mountains, but they got to arguing, and daddy turned around, and went toward Florida. We got just south of Atlanta, and they made up, and daddy turned around, to go North. Mama opened her mouth, and you guessed it, he turned us around again.
My brother, who is five years younger than I am, and I were in the back seat, staying very quiet, and staying out of it.
Finally it got to be lunch time, and we were all starving, because our favorite BBQ place had been in the middle of all that back and forth, so we were thrilled to stop there. (For those of you who live in Atlanta, it's Mueller BBQ
After lunch we stayed south. Back then it was back roads to Florida, and took a lot longer. We were going to Daytona, but learned that a tropical storm had turned into a hurricane, and was headed for the East Coast. We finally decided to stop in Jacksonville.
Of course the hurricane was my dad's fault, or at least my mom said so.
I remember we stayed in a cottage, and it had those Florida windows, all the way around. I don't know what they are really called, but with the crank, you opened all these heavy window panes.
Late into the night, my mom woke us up, and told us to get under the bed.
It seems that the hurricane hit around Daytona, but the tornado's came to Jacksonville, and went right over our little cottage.
I remember seeing all those little panes of glass opening and closing by themselves.
I was young so I had no idea what a tornado sounded like, but it did sound like there was a train going through. Here we are under the bed, and my little brother is saying Woo woo, like a train.
The next morning, the beaches were all torn up, and the fish were everywhere. It was a great science lesson for us to see.
On the way home, we heard my mom say" Next year, we're going to the mountains"