Family HolidaysBack in the 80s when my Dad got made redundant (hello Dad!), he spent all the redundancy money on one of those big motor caravans.
Us kids loved it, apart from when my sister threw up on my sleeping bag, but looking back I'm not so sure my mum did. There was a certain tension every time the big van was even mentioned, let alone driven around France for weeks on end with her still having to cook and do all the washing.
What went wrong, what went right, and how did you survive the shame of having your family with you as a teenager?
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chthonic, Thu 2 Aug 2007, 14:33)
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Not so bad after allMaybe I'm just getting rose-tinted in the spectacle department, but I'm sitting here with all sorts of fond memories of family holidays when I was a kid. We never had much money, and we're big family so it was nothing spectacular - camping in wales, staying in friends' country cottages etc. I feel slightly guilty for not appreciating it as much at the time as I do now, and I realise that my dear parents may not have been that well off, but they were quality when it came to doting on us and providing new experiences.
Of course the other reason for my misty-eyed recollections could well be a result of having to spend (mercifully short period of) holiday time with Mrs Spankengine's freakshow of a family. They all deeply resent each other, compete to see who can be the most attention seeking, cower in fear at disgusting, repellent Grandad, and possess enough mental disturbances to keep a psychiatrist in a full-time job. I'm constantly amazed at how wonderfully Mrs Spankengine has turned out.
I can only imagine what a week's family holiday might be like with that crowd.
(, Thu 2 Aug 2007, 21:14, Reply)
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