The other DrC has a neat story at her blog, about my mother as a little girl growing up in pre-World War I small town Oklahoma. She chronicles a trip to Dallas my mom took with granddad. It's a story she never told me, but did tell my wife. I think you'll enjoy it.
That same determined lady, as a young adult in the late 1920s, bought a Ford coupe, in which she and a girlfriend drove roundtrip from OK to VA and back to visit the other gal's relatives. It was summertime, school wasn't in session, and they camped on schoolyards so they could use the temporarily idled outhouses.
I believe both were clericals for a federal agency and were on vacation. I guess many roads were unpaved. It was a gutsy thing for two unaccompanied young women to do.
