Some time back I was going through some old photos and ran across the pictures I took on a trip to California with my parents and Mom's sister and her husband from Illinois. That was just before school started in the 1950's.
These pictures show what motels looked like in those days. At least these are the ones we stayed in, and they were not the familiar chain motels like Holiday Inn, Super 8, Motel 6. My parents always picked motels that had a kitchenette as we made our suppers and breakfasts at the motel. No eating at fast food places. They were few and far between in those days.
This is another one. It doesn't look like there was a swimming pool here but at least had a nice area with lawn chairs and picnic tables.
And another one. Looks like Dad is loading the car, getting ready to get back on the road. Uncle Lyman is behind the screen door. I don't remember this but that looks like Uncle's car as we didn't have one like this.
Hiding behind the wall is my dad, then my mom, Aunt Clara and Uncle Lyman.
As we were driving through a larger city, my uncle was driving and he got pulled over by the police. He was careful to follow the speed limit so couldn't imagine why he was stopped. The policeman told him he was going too slow and impeding traffic! It must have been rush hour or something. At least he didn't get a ticket.
It's too bad that we didn't keep a diary of the places where we stayed like Mom did on their trip before I was born. I wrote about that here. That is all I remember about that trip. I don't even remember the trip back home so it must not have been eventful.