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Mementos from my youth
Sometimes I forget about the little things I’ve saved over the years. I have a tendency to throw a lot of things in the garbage. I’m not particularly sentimental and hate clutter, so I refuse to keep every card, every letter, or every scrap of paper ever given to me for fear that one day I’ll become that old lady who keeps plastic bins full of shit that she’ll never have time to look through again.
With all that said, I have hung on to a few scraps of paper and little mementos from the travels of my youth:
The yearly pilgrimage
Every year I drive up to Chicago to see the family and visit the cemetery. The visit started began with a dinner, a trip to the cemetery and some walking around downtown. Family, food, friends and fun… always a good beginning. (Incidentally, I forgot my camera gear, so all these photos were taken with an iPhone4.)
A stop through Nashville
Not really having any defined itinerary on our way to Memphis, we figured we’d stop in Nashville because it was there. The thought was that if we really liked Nashville, we’d stay there longer. Turned out that one day in Nashville was enough. I’m not a fan of country music and aside from the parthenon, Nashville really didn’t have anything I hadn’t already seen in dozens of other southern towns.
- like candy
- A temple of Athena… in Nashville. Weird.
- and I ate almost all of it
After our one day stop, we packed up our things and moved on…
Bye, Nashville!
Corvette Museum
I had already decided at the start of the trip to Memphis that I did not want to schedule anything. There was no real itinerary or schedule, which allowed for unplanned stops, including one at the National Corvette Museum in Kentucky. Not having known it even existed until I saw the sign for it, I figured what the hell.
interior of a futuristic 70s prototype
My father’s love of Corvettes was stuck on me from the day he picked me up at O’Hare airport in his 1986 gold t-top. I have very fond memories of riding down Illinois highways with classic rock on the radio and the hot summer wind blowing through my hair. I can even remember the first Vette calendar I was given for Christmas. In fact, the bestowing of that calendar was about the time I fell in love with the ’53…
be still my beating heart
that is one hot ass
the '57 wasn't too bad either
There was a lot of historical information at the museum: props, photos, race car uniforms, videos, and many biographies of those who had some special hand in the evolution of an iconic American car. I didn’t realize until I looked at the website recently that you can also go across the street and tour the actual assembly plant as well. Maybe next time…
hello, freaky pod people statues
Just when I thought I’d seen my total dream car, (the 1953 white convertible), we came to a room with some very custom vehicles. It was hard to get photos in there, as some were behind plexiglass or the full views were ruined by signs. Nevertheless, I had to get photos of this beauty:
'54 - the sexiest paint job I have ever seen on a Corvette
delicious flames and interior
seriously, how can you not love this? HOT
Between all the beautiful chassis in that building and the happy memories from my younger years that resurfaced, I was thoroughly glad I stopped there. The museum had all my favorites and I gained a couple of new ones. If you’re a Corvette enthusiastic or just have a general appreciation of classic cars, I would definitely recommend a stop there. There’s a little something for everyone.
I heart this font
a little something for the patriotic
a little bling for the ladies (even though I personally find it revolting)