Thanks Wayne. I always find your posts fun to read. Although the RV industry has come a long way, you can see the same enthusiasm in the faces of the people in these pictures.
My first memory of the family car was about 1952. I was 2 years old and stood on the front seat between Mom and Dad. The car was a 1949 Ford with a split windshield. Mom had her hands full with my baby sister. My Dad had great sense of humor. Every once in a while he would let go of the wheel and tell me "Take over Tommy, I have to blow my nose". The first time he did it, we were rolling down the highway at a pretty good clip. I was shocked! I protested "I don't know how to drive!!" He laughed and said "Relax, you're doing fine." It took him forever to get his handkerchief out and use it. My little knuckles were white! After an eternity, he'd take the wheel and tell me what a great job I did. Years later I learned he was actually steering with pressure from his thigh on the wheel.
When I was 4, Dad took me car shopping and asked for advice. He laughed out loud when I told him I hoped we'd get one of those modern cars with a full length windshield. We ended up with a '54 Chevy Bel Air, which fit the bill. It made my job of driving from the center of the car much easier.
The family grew quickly. In 14 years, I had 8 more brothers and sisters. Owning an RV was out of the question, but we settled for renting cabins on the lake or in the woods. I envied the families that had a home they could take anywhere they wanted.