I am the oldest of six girls. I remember visiting Rock City once when we were small children, going through Fat Man's Squeeze, and all those funny moments that impress you when you're a kid. But my best memories of vacation time with my family was the last trip we all got to take together, before I officially moved away from home, before we lost Daddy.
It was summer of 1977. We had planned a 5-day trip. Daddy, Mama and all us girls made the drive from our home is western Ketucky. We stopped at all the roadside picinc stops and read the historical markers along the way. We went to Gatlinburg first. The mountains were hard on our brakes, as a matter of fact the trip was hard on the old station wagon. Every day was a repair. Good thing Daddy was mechanic. He kept us on the road.
We planned to visit Rock City on the way home, and we couldn't wait to get there. We took our time, winding our way through the whole thing slowly. We talked and laughed our way through. We spent the whole day in Chattaooga. It was our last stop before we headed home to Kentucky. We never wanted our vacation to end. We knew it would be the last one we all got to take before we all started becoming adults and setting out in our respective paths.
We lost Daddy to a heart attack in December, 1978. We will forever cherish this last vacation trip. I have been back to Rock City a few times since and always see the whole bunch of together there that day and remember what fun we had.