When my mother was growing up the only traveling she did was an occasional trip to Chicago or visits to relatives in Michigan or Windsor, Ontario. She joined the Navy during WWII and traveled first to Washington, DC and later to Pensacola, FL. During the Korean Conflict Dad was stationed at Norfolk, VA. In her younger years Mom traveled a little and she saw the Atlantic Ocean.
After I was born vacations were either to Michigan to see family or camping trips in New York and Vermont. My parents were not beach people. I have an old video clip of Mom knee deep in the water with my little sister, taken during a camping trip and Mom was wearing one of the dresses she always wore. Mom can swim, a feat I've witnessed on only one occasion. She had rented a canoe for my brother and I at a local park and when it was time to return it she paddled out and a wave tipped the canoe over. I don't recall ever seeing Mom in a bathing suit although I'm pretty sure she owned a black one at some point.
After I left home I don't recall Mom ever taking a trip to anywhere. Vacations were just not something that she did. She enjoyed coming out to our camp at Sylvan Beach, NY where she would sit contentedly on the porch while the rest of us headed off to the beach.
The summer of 1998 we decided to take a family vacation to Hawaii. My sister decided to come along but I was shocked when Mom said that she'd love to go too as she'd always wanted to see the Pacific Ocean. I love to travel and have been to many island destinations but that trip to Hawaii was my favorite family vacation. Mom's health was starting to decline 10 years ago but she could still get around OK if she took it slow. We rented a large house right on the beach, Mom got a ride in a helicopter and we all went to Pearl Harbor which was special with Mom there to share her memories of WWII.
This was written for the 49th edition of the Carnival of Genealogy: Swimsuit Edition.