Central New York Research. The eclectic ramblings of doing genealogy and growing up in that part of Upstate New York that is the central and Finger Lakes regions. With ancestors all over the northeast and beyond, there will be forays outside the area with trips and news on family history as well as local history.
It’s that time of year again. Registration for IGHR opened
at 11:00 am today. It is the last time it will be on the campus of Samford
University in Birmingham, Alabama. Next year it will be at the University of
Georgia in Athens.
I’ve got our trip mapped out already. Although it’s a day
and half of hard driving both to and from, we’d rather do that than spend a day
flying there. I have a hatred of flying and trying to negotiate large, crowded
airports and Rich isn’t far behind in his dislike. First all the hassles of
packing to get everything on a plane and then there is no direct flight to
anywhere we’d want to go from Syracuse. It’s either a run from one end of the
airport to another to barely catch the connecting flight or hours upon hours in
sitting in uncomfortable seats. Yes, we are definitely driving. I take after my
father in that miles on the highway are perfectly fine.
I’m glad that I’ve got everything mapped out and ready to go
already. Over the weekend I called the hotels to make reservations. We’re not
staying in the one on the way home that I had originally planned; they were
already booked up when I called! I was very surprised as it is a few miles off
the interstate in an area with not much around it. There must be a festival or
something going on in that town- we found a different one at the next exit.
All the planning and logistics that go into a trip... I
learned some of this from my parents when we traveled when I was a kid.
However, it was very different for us back in the 70s and early 80s. Then, we
planned our route, but didn’t ever worry, or really need to about overnight accommodations.
A long day on the road like these would start coming to an end when my Dad
would say from behind the wheel, “Kiddo, I’m getting tired, find me a
campground.” I’d grab the camping book and start looking to see what
campgrounds were available for a reasonable price at the next exit or two and
then read out the information to my parents. We’d pull in and there would be no
problem getting a site for the night. Soon Mom was preparing a supper in the
camper and later we climbed into our own beds for the night. Now, from what I’ve
heard, you’ve got to book a campsite weeks or even months in advance and they’re
a lot more expensive accordingly. As we don’t own a camper or have one
available to borrow, I have not looked into what this would involve today.
A Florida campsite February 1975
Instead, I have our maps ready-- we do it the old-fashioned
way, no GPS. Make a reservation for a hotel along the way; pile everything into
the car and go. A cooler for some snacks and stop to eat along the way. So, we’re
ready and in June our car will be once again Alabama bound.