Lorum Elmer Jackson, Cowboy and Grandfather
In 1957, my father and mother packed their three children, into the back of the old Buick and headed west. They traveled from New Jersey to visit family in Utah and Arizona. It was quite a journey and I remember it well. (By the way, we never made a cross-country car trip again. My Mother denies all memory of the experience. And from then on, Dad put us on a plane, and if he drove, he drove alone.)
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