I remember every stop was an adventure. You never knew what you'd find when you checked out the room (which you always did) before you unpacked the car. Some were like going to grandma's... others were so cheesy, you stayed just for the laughs. You always took the postcards because no one believed the stories without proof you were really there.
I was just nine years old when I took a trip from Buffalo to Minneapolis with my grandfather in 1962. The Interstate system wasn't complete yet, and there were times when we traveled parallel to the Interstate as it was being constructed. We stayed at places similar to these. We visited the Wisconson Dells, and I remember staying in a little "cottage", with knotty pine walls and wide enough for two twin beds and a walkway between them leading to the bathroom in the back. How I wish I had a postcard for each one of those motels.
When I was a kid the only chains were Holiday Inns and there weren't many of them. If any we stayed in had a pool, that was special. My favorites were the ones with "Magic Fingers" beds.
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