Picking Up Gramma at JAX
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By: Paul S Cilwa |
Occurred: 7/21/1970 Posted: 11/27/2023 |
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| Hashtags: #Photography #JacksonvilleInternationalAirport #Florida |
| In 1970, a trip to the airport was more fun than a trip to the zoo. |
| Estimated reading time: 3 minute(s) (616 words) |
I had been to Jacksonville International Airport exactly two times before: First, on June 5, 1968, when I drove a friend's dad
to catch a flight. I remember the date because I watched Robert F. Kennedy being shot live on the TV monitors in the general waiting area.
The second time was when I flew to Fort Lauderdale to visit my buddy, Chris.
In those days, before hijackings and security lines and no smoking, a visit to an airport was almost as exciting as actually making the trip
oneself. So, in July, 1970, after my grandmother had made a trip to New Jersey to visit her best friend (who we called Aunt Connie),
Mom, my sister Mary, and myself made the drive to
pick her up. I had bought a special roll of film for the occasion, and we got there early enough for me to do my favorite thing, then and now:
explore the place with my camera.