![]() ![]() My mom hated traveling until the day she died. ![]() We must have enjoyed ourselves-or at least some of us did. My family didn’t travel much for the first few years of my life-my dad being a junior high school teacher and my mom never working outside the home once I was born no doubt had a lot to do with our financial position-but in August 1966, Paw and Maw Hollis managed to scrape up enough dough to send us on our first family vacation, to the Great Smoky Mountains and the wonders of Gatlinburg, Tennessee, and Cherokee, North Carolina. I was born in Birmingham, so it is natural that I have that as my first point of reference. I have devoted volumes and thousands of words to the history of the attractions in other states, primarily Florida and Tennessee, and now it is time to turn that sort of attention to my home state. No, that is not the only thing in my catalogue, but it seems to be a subject that always has still-untapped potential. I would venture a guess that a good number of the people reading these words will already be familiar with at least some of the other books I have done on the subject of tourism history. Author Introduction Everybody Get in the Car ![]()
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