Memories are made every day, and FMCA’s motorhoming members can claim their own special set. Here are a few of them:
Share one of your most memorable FMCA moments.
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The year was 1993 and we were at a winter FMCA convention in Pomona, California. My wife had hung some colorful wind twirls from the awning, and we were enjoying a beautiful day. As I was talking to my neighbor, we saw what looked like a moving cloud coming toward us. Very quickly we had a swarm of bees on one of the wind twirls and lots of bees flying around. We tried to get them to move by using bug spray, but nothing helped. Many of our neighbors had bees in their motorhomes, and several of them were stung. After a short time, the queen must have moved to a travel pod on top of our motorhome, because we had a swarm of thousands of bees on the pod. Fairgrounds personnel were called and they contacted a beekeeper. Finally that evening, the swarm was removed. Needless to say, our motorhome was the subject of much interest to convention-goers that day.
Russ Westcott, F88794
Layton, Utah
In our first issue of Family Motor Coaching we learned that we could join chapters and attend local and area rallies all over the United States. We found that an FMCA Family Reunion would be in Perry, Georgia — right on the route back north from our first winter in Florida. As new RVers, we found everything about the Perry Reunion to be fun and informative. But the most memorable moment occurred while my wife, Marty, and I were in the popcorn line before the movie. Cynthia Colter, in line behind us and a member of the Frustrated Maestros, soon discovered our common interest in music. She invited us to come and sing with the Maestros Chorus at coffee hour the next morning. We have participated with the Frustrated Maestros at several rallies since then and are grateful for that memorable moment in the popcorn line. See you in Gillette!
Carl Turner, F413320
Full-Timer
One hot day in July 1981 we were westbound on Interstate 70 through Kansas on our way to the FMCA convention in Denver, Colorado. We were driving our converted GM 4106 bus with 7-year-old tires. I knew I was pushing the time envelope, but since the tires had few miles on them, I wanted to make one more trip. Driving 60 mph, I felt the steering wheel move abruptly, and I knew a front tire was starting to separate. As I downshifted, the left front tire blew. We coasted to a stop, well on the shoulder. I got out the jack and lug wrench to put on the spare. (In those days, these vintage buses carried a spare behind the front bumper.) As I was jumping up and down on the lug wrench cheater bar, a gorgeous GM 4104 bus pulled in behind us. It was Sam and Katie Crawford and their two sons. The Crawfords operated a popular bus shop in Pennsylvania and were active in FMCA. Sam and the boys relieved me of my duties; quickly changed the tire; and departed without accepting a gratuity, vowing to see us in Denver. We were grateful for their help — what a class act.
Bill & Deanie Hendrix, F761s
Erie, Colorado
Future questions:
1. Describe your favorite national park.
2. What is your favorite sound when sitting outside at a campsite (i.e. birds, food sizzling on the grill, friends’ conversations, etc.)? Please explain.
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