Who’s the Blogger?

Before we go further, you might want to know a little bit about the guy who is writing this blog…

Houses on wheels have been my curse and my comfort. I grew up in a trailer park and was teased about it as a kid. We lived in a series of trailers, 18-ft, 27-ft, and 45-ft. Why do I remember the dimensions? Well, because when you live tiny, every additional bit of room is a cause for celebration. And I’m here to tell you:  Bigger IS better. At least in trailers!

My top bunk was just a few feet below the ceiling and being lulled to sleep by the patter of rain on the roof is still one of my favorite childhood memories. As crazy as it sounds, 60+ years later when I’m out camping in my RV, I look forward to a shower or two just to relive that memory.

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Where was HGTV when we needed it???

My parents worked hard to provide a good life for us. As humble as it was, the trailer was home and it was filled with love. My mom was a wonder. In addition to creating the most amazing pies and cakes in that little kitchen, she kept everything neat and clean. Living in a trailer meant that everything had a place and we learned to put things back where they belonged.

Of course, there were some issues with four of us living in such small quarters. For example, my dad loved country music and bluegrass. My mother was different – she loved classical music. And it was her dream for me to become a violinist. What? Hearing me practice the violin was not exactly what dad needed after a day of work at the steel mill. And my brother was a very active little boy. With his antics and my infernal scratching, my poor dad would sometimes have to escape to the nearest watering hole for some peace and quiet. But in the end, we all survived.

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A violin lesson in the living room

My violin teacher, Walter Bialek, came to our home for lessons. When I was about 10, he said to me, “George, you’re a flower in a swamp.” Huh? I didn’t know what he meant at the time but I never forgot that strange comment.

Jumping forward a few years, I began my career as a high school teacher of vocal music and strings. After a few years, I left teaching to live in New York City and perform in shows and on cruise ships.

 

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Drummond & Starry – Mediterranean cruises – 1970s

That was an exciting time for this kid from the trailer park. But after a while, like most singers, I had to get back to making a steady living. Due to the oil embargo and recession, music teaching jobs were few and far between. So, I went back to college to become a recession-proof elementary school teacher. I taught 4th, 5th, and 6th grades. And I finally retired as a guidance counselor in Venice, Florida.

During my last 10 years of work, spending weekends in Florida’s state parks with my dogs was a great way to relax, clear my mind, and reminisce. Now that I look back, I see I’ve come almost full circle. Although I pushed trailer living to the back of my mind for a long period of my life, I find I’m still fascinated by these amazing little houses on wheels where, as the saying goes, we spend a fortune to live like we’re homeless.

Anyway, thanks for reading. We hope you’ll enjoy our stories.

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