Every year, just after Christmas, our parents would take us on holidays to Sydney. This involved a tedious & uncomfortable 9 or 10 hour drive with 4 kids squashed across the back seat of a station wagon. For many years the Doberman would come with us, riding in the back section, and constantly dribbling over the back seat down our necks.
Radio was sketchy – a combination of not many radio stations out in the country, power-lines creating static rather than music and probably just a crummy radio in the car. There was no such thing as a tape deck and certainly no CD! The car did not have air conditioning other than the open windows – this is summer in Australia and it was bloody hot. My mother would make sandwiches and pack them into an esky to dole out as we went so that my father did not have to stop except for petrol – during which time you were expected to go to the toilet even if you didn't want to go - "just try" my mother would encourage. I don't remember my mother ever taking a turn at the wheel.
Oh yes – it was a joyful trip! But, once we were at the beach, well … everyone had time to get over the journey and no one thought about the return trip – except perhaps my poor parents!
We mostly holidayed at Dee Why & Curl Curl – the northern beaches of Sydney. Look at these happy holiday smiles! This is circa late '60s.