I'm not doing so great at keeping up with my personal history. Life gets so busy--I'm not sure why! I guess if I keep doing posts here and there when I get the chance, though, that someday I will have a somewhat "complete" personal history. I mean, it will never be complete because I keep living and making more history as I go. I won't be finished until the day I die--so I guess someone else will have to write the final chapter for me, right?! Anyway, here is my next question to answer:
Where did your family go on vacations?
There is one place that for most of my childhood was synonymous with the word vacation, and that place is Mesa, Arizona. That is where we spent all of our vacations. With a large family to support and the cost of traveling, we always used our travel time and funds to go "home" to visit family. And I loved it!! I didn't wish I could go somewhere else because to me, Mesa was the most wonderful place on earth. I'm sure our summer trips to southern Arizona were very hot, but I don't remember that so much. What I do remember was how I always felt enveloped in the wonderful, unconditional love of my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins when I was there. To me, that made it the best place ever, and my only regret was that we didn't get to go there more often (usually once a year). I still remember the longing I would feel to be there and how exciting it would be as the time for a trip to Mesa approached. Seriously, the anticipation I felt was every bit as compelling as the anticipation for Christmas morning!
We always drove to Mesa, no matter where we lived, and for me the drive was part of the fun (mostly--I'm sure I got tired of it sometimes). When we lived in Houston, the drive was particularly long. We would leave very early in the morning and drive all day--and get to El Paso on the other side of Texas by the end of the day. The next day, we would drive through a corner of New Mexico and then into Arizona and up to Phoenix. When we lived in southern California, the trip was much shorter--about 8 hours, so sometimes we would leave later in the day and arrive in Mesa in the evening. (We took trips to Mesa for Thanksgiving a few times during those years.) After we moved to Utah, the trip was longer again although it didn't take two days. I think it took about 13 hours, until a new road was built that shortened the trip to about 10 or 11 hours. Anyway, I still remember the excitement of waking up early in the morning to start a drive to Mesa. We all piled into the station wagon, which was pretty crowded with ten of us. There were no seat belt laws in those days and I don't remember any of us wearing seat belts. One child would sit up front in between Mom and Dad, 3 would sit in the middle seat, and the 4 youngest kids (that included me of course) would sit in the back. The seat in the back would be folded down so that there was a large flat surface, and a couple of blankets would be spread over it to make it more comfortable. Each one of us would get a "corner" of the back for our area to sit. We always brought pillows and we would each have a bag with puzzle books and coloring books for entertainment. I remember one trip my mom surprised us with new fabric bags that she had sewn for us--mine looked like a little dog.
I don't remember stopping to eat very often on these trips--it seems like we usually had sandwiches to eat, and we always had a thermos of water too. (I remember cups of water and sandwiches being passed from one person to another over the seats.) One of the things I really liked about these trips was that we always had some treats--candy (black licorice was one of my favorites), crackers, sometimes chips. We didn't get treats like that very often at home.
My kids now are amazed when I tell them that we didn't have any video games, or television, or movies or anything like that to entertain us on these long trips. We had our puzzle books, coloring books, and books to read. Luckily, I never had any trouble with carsickness, so I would lie in the back and read a good book for hours! I also remember taking naps. I enjoyed looking out the window and taking in the scenery for long periods of time. We also played games like road sign alphabet and trying to spot license plates from all of the 50 states. Sometimes we would sing songs together--silly songs like "Sweet Violets" and "Johnnery Bet"--as well as Primary songs and hymns. Dad would often sing "Oh What a Beautiful Morning". To me, that was Dad's "happy song" and it always made me feel happy when I heard him sing it. I remember one night on a trip when I was pretty young where we took turns choosing what hymn we would sing. I remember feeling reverently happy inside and feeling so glad to have the family that I had. I'm sure now that I was feeling the spirit, and that night has always stayed in my memory.
Pit stops--should we talk about those?? I don't remember there being nice rest areas back in those days like they have now. We had to use restrooms at gas stations (and they were usually pretty gross) or worse--find a spot by the side of the road. I'm sure we had to stop way more often than my parents wanted to!! I also remember that back then when we pulled into a gas station, an attendant would come out and pump the gas, clean our windshield, and handle the payment. When I got older, they started having "self serve" islands at gas stations and we would usually use those because it was quicker. Eventually everything became self serve.
On our trips to Arizona, I remember that when we got to the border of Arizona and passed the "Welcome to Arizona" sign, we all cheered. At the border crossings we would have to stop for an "inspection" and declare that we didn't have any plants or fruit with us. We weren't allowed to bring those things into the state (something to do with possibly contaminating the citrus fruit that grows there). One time we had an apple leftover from lunch and I remember watching one of my brothers stand outside the car and eat it (rather than throw it away). Once we were in Arizona, I was always excited when we started seeing saguaro cactus, because that meant we were getting close to the journey's end. (On a trip to Arizona in 2017, the first time I'd been to the Mesa area in nearly 18 years, I was in mid sentence when I saw the first saguaro cactus and immediately stopped, pointed, and said "Oh, oh, oh!!!" I was so excited I was incoherent!) Those trips to Arizona will always stand out in my memory as some of the happiest times in my life.

This photo of me was taken on my Grandpa & Grandma Pew's front lawn in Mesa, Arizona. It was probably taken around Easter, 1969. The following photos were also taken when we were on a trip to Mesa, in about 1974, I think. I'm not sure if the first photo was taken on the same trip as the rest, but judging by Ben's size, I think they were. The first photo was taken at My Uncle Lee & Aunt Diane's house:
The rest of the photos were taken at an extended family party at Palmer Pool. (My Aunt Gay was a Palmer before she married my Uncle Bruce Johnson, and her family owned this lovely pool.):
This is my Grandpa Johnson. I love the smile on his face!
This is my Grandma Johnson. She was always so sweet and loving.
Dad cooking food for us.
Mom
Curtis and Hans enjoying watermelon!
Ben
Me, Tim, Amy eating our dinner. I think Tim is scratching his nose, not picking it! :)
This last photo was taken on the front porch steps at my Grandpa & Grandma Pew's house. Again, I'm not sure it's the same trip as the others but we all look about the same age, so I think it is. One mystery about this picture--where is Tim?! I'm not sure why he isn't in the photo.
I'm including these photos because they were all taken in the front yard / on the front porch at my Grandpa & Grandma Johnson's house in Mesa. I think I was about 7 years old, so this would have been about 1975:
Behind Hans, you can see one of the grapefruit trees that grew on one side of the yard. We used to pick grapefruit right off the trees to eat for breakfast. Yum!!
The front porch / door are visible in these photos of Shellie and Tim.
Amy and I were both standing on the front porch for our photos.
Another memorable Mesa trip was in 1978, because my Johnson grandparents were celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary. My mom and her siblings put together a nice reception & program for them. These photos were taken at that event. I was 9, nearly 10 at the time. I remember this being a really nice night!
Amy with our cousin Larisa, who is just a month older than Amy and I. We spent a lot of happy hours on our Mesa trips playing with Larisa and her sister Jeanette, who is just a year younger than us.
Our family at the reception--we have a photo of Curtis because he was on his mission at the time.
My grandparents!
The cake--I have one of the little gold plastic birds still.
At the end of the program, each of the grandkids gave my grandma a rose--red from the boys, pink from the girls, and a white one for my sister Jana. This picture captured me giving Grandma my rose--I love how she is reaching out to give me a big hug! Amy and Jeanette are also in this picture.
Cutting the cake
The whole clan!
This photo was probably taken in Mesa in November, 1978. Curtis would have just returned from his mission and Erick would have recently left for his mission. We were getting ready to move to Utah.
Another Palmer Pool photo, about 1981
I took these photos of my Aunt Karen, Grandpa Johnson, and Grandma Johnson on a visit in the summer of 1981. They are all sitting in the TV room in their home:
This photo was taken at my Uncle Joe's house in Mesa in November 1982. We were there for Curtis & Julia's wedding, and we had a small openhouse for them at my Uncle Joe's house. In the photo are Grandma Johnson, Webb Johnson, Grandpa Johnson, Ben, me, and Uncle Joe (Pew).
The next two photos were taken at a Johnson Family reunion in the summer of 1984, at the Grand Canyon.
I'm not sure who everyone in the photo is, but Aunt Karen is in front. Maybe Chris beside her and Uncle Lee standing up in the hat.
This is Amy & Jeanette enjoying the Grand Canyon.
The next three photos were taken at another Johnson family reunion in 1986. This time we were at Zion's National Park in Utah:
Me, Aunt Karen, and Amy shopping for souvenirs.
Jared, Larisa, Jeanette, maybe Catherine?, me, Justin, Amy
Zion National Park
These next photos were taken in July 1986 in Mesa--we ended up going to Mesa shortly after the reunion because sadly, my Aunt Karen got very sick and passed away a few weeks after the reunion. I took photos of both of my grandparents' houses. My Grandpa & Grandma Pew had both passed away in 1984 and I knew their house was going to be torn down soon (we had to sell their land and a mini storage is on the property now).
This is the front of my Grandpa & Grandma Pew's house. It hadn't been occupied for a few years, so the lawn is dead. This home was the first frame house built in Mesa and it was an historic landmark.
This is the view looking down the long road between my Grandparents' house and my Uncle Joe's house.The pink building on the left is the garage (not attached) for my grandparents' house. When I was growing up, they sometimes had a horse or two in the pasture to the right of the road (in the photo). I have fond memories of walking down this road from Grandpa's house to Uncle Joe's house.
This is a view of the back of my grandparents' house. The door goes into the dining area. The window on the side is one of the living room windows. The large tree was a tangerine tree--yummy!!
This is a photo of my Grandpa & Grandma Johnson's house. The large tree was a pecan tree. I remember my Grandpa cracking bowlfuls of pecans on our visits. They were yummy too! The large window on the right is a living room window. The one on the left is a window in Karen's room.
This apartment building was a short way down the street from my Grandpa & Grandma Johnson's house. When I was a child, I thought it was really cool! It was called "Tahitian Palms Apartments".
These last 3 photos were taken in Mesa in 1991--Amy and I went on a trip down there shortly after we returned from our missions.
We did a session at the Mesa Arizona Temple.
We pose underneath the sign for Pew Street, a short street between Main Street and Pepper Place, which is the street where my Uncle Joe lives.
We also visited my sister Jana's grave in the Mesa City Cemetery.
As I said, we didn't go on many other vacations when I was young but we did stop to see the Grand Canyon (south rim) on one of our Arizona trips (I'm too young to remember it) and we also took the time to visit places of interest near our homes. When we lived in Denver we visited the Denver mint, Royal Gorge, some Indian ruins, and Pikes Peak & the Garden of the Gods. We also visited Rocky Mountain National Park.
Here we are at--you guessed it!--Loveland Pass (Colorado) in either 1972 or 1973. In spite of the snow, I am pretty sure this was in the summer time!
I have somewhat dim memories of most of those places, but I do remember being nervous walking on the bridge over the Royal Gorge. I could see through the cracks between the boards, and it was a LOOOOONG way down! In Houston we visited the Alamo, the San Jacinto Monument, and a battleship near there. We also went swimming in the Gulf of Mexico once.
When I was 9 years old (summer of 1977), we took a trip to Utah to take my brother Erick back to BYU for his second year of college. We went to Mesa for one of our family visits first, and then we drove up to Utah from there. This was the first time I had ever been to Utah, and I was not very impressed. I was shocked with how sparsely populated Utah was--we kept driving through these tiny towns with only a few houses and a grocery store / gas station combined. Being raised in a Mormon family, I had heard about Utah my whole life, and that was not how I pictured it! My parents reassured me that when we got farther north there would be bigger towns, and they were right, of course. On that trip we visited BYU campus, Temple Square in Salt Lake City, Bryce Canyon, the St. George temple, and the Grand Canyon (north rim). When we were in Arizona, I remember everyone asking us if we had seen Star Wars yet, and telling us that we needed to see it. So while we were in Utah, we went to see Star Wars at a theater at University Mall in Orem. We had no idea then that about 18 months later, we would be moving to Orem.

I think this photo was taken in Nephi, Utah while we were on our Arizona / Utah trip in 1977. We visited Dad's brother Frank and his sister Betty and their families in Nephi. I remember they took us on a picnic up a canyon--I WAS impressed by the canyon!
As I got older and there were fewer kids at home, we did have the chance to go on a couple more trips. In July 1980 we took a trip to Bear Lake (on the Utah / Idaho border) to go camping. I think we may have driven up into Idaho on that trip too, but I can't remember for sure.
Bear Lake, 1980
On the way home from a trip to Arizona in the summer of 1981, we stopped to see an extinct volcano called Sunset Crater and an Indian ruin nearby called Wapatki. We also drove through part of Zion National Park and our original plan was to camp there overnight and see some of the park the next day, but when an ice chest overturned and dumped ice water all over our sleeping bags, we had to change our plans. We tried to find a hotel to stay at but they were all full so we ended up driving all the way home and getting home in the early hours of the morning. We didn't really get to see much of the park since we got there as the sun was going down, but I did get to visit Zion National Park several years later when the extended Johnson family had a reunion there. I also visited there again with Frank & Seth, as well as my parents and some of Amy's family in 2016.
Me at Sunset Crater
Wapatki Indian Ruins
In July of 1983, we had planned a trip to Yellowstone National Park. My brother Erick, who was married and had a daughter by then, was the mastermind behind the trip and he and Liz did most of the planning. Shortly before the trip, there was a change in my Dad's work (I think that's when Billings moved to Missouri and he had to find a different job) so my parents decided they couldn't go. Erick & Liz were good sports, though, and they agreed to let Shellie, Tim, Amy, Ben and I come along even though our parents weren't there to help (and of course 9 month old Erin went with us too). It was a fun and very thorough trip--I think we saw every geyser, pool, mud pot, hot spring, waterfall, etc in the entire park!! I loved the beauty of Yellowstone. It was amazing to me that in such a small area we could see canyons, waterfalls, a lake, a river, geysers, hot springs, thermal pools and mud pots, as well as a wide variety of wild life including elk, deer, and buffaloes. There are bears in that area, too, of course, but we didn't see any of them while we were there. While we were at Yellowstone, we stayed in small cabins. We stayed a couple of nights near the Upper Geyser Basin and one night near Mammoth Hot Springs. The cabins near Mammoth had wood burning stoves and I remember that sometime in the night our fire went out and we didn't have any more fuel and we were freezing!! (Yes, even though it was July--we were at a high elevation and it got cold at night). We found out in the morning that Erick had left a box of fuel on the steps of his cabin for us, in case we needed more! In spite of the one cold night, it was a great trip that I will always remember.

Tim, Ben, Amy & I at the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone. Don't judge me for my hair--it was the 1980s! (It was also really windy!)
Amy, Shellie, Tim, Me, and Ben at the base of Tower Falls in Yellowstone National Park
In the summer of 1985 our family went on another trip with Erick's family. This time my parents were able to come too and we all went to Mt. Rushmore. We camped on this trip also. Amy and I turned 17 while we were on this trip and I remember that my parents put a few balloons on the tent on our birthday. The area around Mt. Rushmore was very beautiful and we were surprised to discover that there were a lot of things to do there besides just see the famous presidential sculpture on the side of the mountain. One of the highlights of this trip was watching fireworks in the sky above Mt. Rushmore on Independence Day.
I'm sure there are other trips that we took that I have forgotten, but those are the main ones that I remember. Of course, as an adult with my own family I have gone on many more vacations, but that would be a topic for another post!
I love travelling and seeing new places, and I am grateful for the vacations I've been able to go on and for the many happy memories of times spent with family.