GrammaG ready for Spring and warmer weather.
Indiana Beach, a small, old-fashioned amusement park, was our annual vacation destination. My grandpa’s father first started the tradition long before I was born, and it’s continued to this day with my girls representing the 5th generation of my family to realize “there’s more than corn in Indiana.” As a kid, we had so many little traditions weaved into this vacation. The morning of our trip, my grandpa would wake me up by shouting into my room, “does anyone want to go to Indiana Beach today?” The drive over from Illinois was only about two and a half hours long, but we’d always stop half-way and have a picnic lunch. Once at Indiana Beach, we always stayed in the same “Penthouse” suite, rode our favorite rides together, and spent a ridiculous amount of money on Skee Ball. In fact, we’d save our quarters all year just to blow on the game. There were years I resented the trip because I wished we’d spice things up and venture somewhere new, but the fun I had with my grandpa at Indiana Beach will always be some of my best childhood memories.