We appreciate how creative our father was at providing comforts for us.  We hated the long car rides (no air conditioned cars when we were young) to Utah that we took every summer to visit relatives.  One summer Dad built a makeshift camper on the back of his pick up truck.  The sides were built of plywood and it had benches with pads where we could sit and lay down.  Mom and Dad filled the back of the truck with comic books that we could use to entertain ourselves…wise parents…sort of like sending us to our room.  Even though we have always thought Daddy building that makeshift camper was a big sacrifice for him, looking back it seems like Mom and Dad had the most peaceful ride to Salt Lake that they had ever experienced up to that point in time.