I recently viewed the movie trailer “Green Book” scheduled for November 21, 2018, release in the US, and it triggered my thoughts about my travels across the US during my lifetime. I was moved emotionally as I thought of my parents who suffered through their fears, worries, and concern for my safety in the 1980’s when I began traveling across the country on my first motorcycle.

Since those humble beginnings, I have travel freely throughout the US unimpeded or disturbed by racial prejudices which were the opposite form, my parents. I wondered if my parents used “The Negro Motorist travel book called the Green Book” when we traveled to Mississippi as a family?

I do remember all of our trips was an exciting event yet always after dark I guessed because the police could not see who was inside the vehicle as we passed. I distinctly remember my mother packing enough food to feed my parents and my two siblings to survive for a week.

The ritual call went out in a stern voice asking and demanding us all to use the bathroom before we left the house. I do remember when the need for a bathroom break had us using the shoulders of a two-lane road.

As a child who played outside most of my life, I enjoyed looking out across the farm fields during those breaks until I was told to hurry. My mom would use a sheet for privacy with my sister, I thought to keep the farmers’ homes in the distance from seeing them.


My parents were together long before I was born, in love with one another when I was conceived as their first of four. I was their future, their rambunctious little boy always moving, playing outside on a tricycle, wagon, or bicycle constantly on the go.

I was their son, who dreamed of travel as a preschooler, moving by horse, bicycle, motorcycle, car, tractor-trailer, are backpacking into the woods.

It is unique how, life’s realities of education, working hard, remaining busy with constructive activities superseded my early dreams. Although I prospered, doing what was expected, mimicking family morals, values, with an education, and a career, while displaying honor, with a dedication to marriage, children, church, and my community.

I believe my constant movement of travel began with my first motorcycle, a 1987m Kawasaki Voyager-12.

It wasn’t until I was a parent and later in life for me to understand how I was a constant worry on the nerves and fears of parents who lived and experienced the horrors of “The Jim Crow South.” I can honestly say that travel was never imagined for any of their children, yet they never discouraged my travels.

Their thoughts and prayers were always with me, requiring me to immediately notify them upon my return home because they never wanted to know my destinations.

They have moved on and their love, prayers, and thoughts are always with me during all of my adventurous journeys, as I live to experience my dreams of travel they and my ancestors could never have imagined.

By Expedition Nomadic Adventurer

As a retiree travel blogger touring the US, voicing my wisdom, opinion, and thoughts about the retirement lifestyle and life in general. I'm an aspiring pre-published indie author of baby boomer romance and adventures with a whimsical comedic side. I photograph wildlife and landscapes, mountain, biking, kayaking, hiking, and backpacking. I travel the back roads and highways of America, Canada, and Mexico, documenting my adventures via print and photography.

8 thoughts on ““Their love is with me forever.””
  1. 😘😘😘

    Just saw Bohemian Rhapsody. It was really good. The guy who played Freddie Mercury was awesome as was the music. Also saw the trailer for Green Book.

    Sent from my iPad Teri Soled


  2. Great tribute to your parents that you were and are a fearless traveler- Loved your story.

    1. Thanks, it is actually an excerpt from my developing travel memoir. ✌🏾👋🏾😀

  3. A good, but sad story about your parents. I can only imagine their fear for your safety. I’m impressed with their ability to let you be you, despite those worries and concerns.

    1. Only thru self-reflection of my current travels and thinking 🤔 of my own two adult children can I now appreciate their plight of concern and worry for me.

  4. Interesting story, and sadly not lacking the racial prejudice especially in the earlier years.
    I hope things have been much better in that respect latterly.
    One thing I’ve learnt is that prejudice exists world wide, but never from majorities, always from a pocket of narrow minded assholes, and not enough to deter most thankfully.
    The worst I had was being called a gypsy and being treated like they thought gypsies ought to be treated, including stones being hurled in one village by children and men.

    1. Things are better but there will always be prejudice in our life time. But it will not deter you and I from changing the minds of those who cannot imagine a world without prejudice. 🙂

      1. True enough 👍

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