A girls’ road trip, back in the seventies, a motor home, and ‘The Statler Bros’ (Flowers on the Wall.. Class of 57)
Some who know me think I live a wild and crazy life, well I’m not going to lie, sometimes I do. My recent road trip (got lost again) caused many of my friends to comment on my adventures. This led to a memory of another road trip that was pretty remarkable back in the late seventies. Telling it now is ok because I am divorced and I don’t care. You should also know that this memory brings me so much joy, I can still feel the laughter and the daring and the fun we had that weekend. Nothing can take our memories away from us, well the exception is death or dementia type illnesses. I am reliving this one before it too, is lost into the foggy mist of time passages…
We were six of us gals in a thirty-foot Triple E motor home, all in our twenties except for one, she was really old, in her thirties for sure. We were on a road trip from our home city of Saskatoon, to Regina the capital city of Saskatchewan. All were hairstylists and spirits were high. We looked forward to exploring the tradeshow floor for new products and getting an inside look at new trendsetting styles. Life was good and a weekend away from our husbands was even sweeter. I had planned on taking home a trophy from entering a hairstyling competition. This being the seventies, the hairstyles and clothing fashions were constantly evolving and changing. Co-owning three hair salons with a girlfriend we believed in upgrading our skills to keep pace with these ever-changing styles.
This was a rare anticipated pleasure for me. My husband frowned at me spending time with anyone other than himself. Escaping him for a weekend I could hardly wait to get on the road.
The trip to Regina was two and a half hours, well it was longer because we needed to take a break to stock up on more junk food and drinks halfway there. As we made our way towards our destination it occurred to me that I never really thought this one through. As the trip wore on my excitement started to wane as the laughter and noise from the back of the motorhome filtered it’s way up to me. The girls were having a blast in the back, playing cards, drinking, laughing, telling jokes, and sharing stories. What the heck was I thinking, being the driver, all I could do was smoke.. ya, we all smoked back then.
My whining back to them finally got through and they took turns coming up and sitting in the co-pilots’ chair to keep me company so I would shut up already. I could also hear them arguing about whose turn it was to go sit upfront with me. My motorhome was also equipped with a CB radio and I was chatting up with anyone that was ‘on’, seemed everyone had a CB radio back then. My ‘handle’ was Coco Lady, we had a brown poodle back in the day, named Coco.
My calling to be a hairstylist dates back to my grade school days. I used to cut all my friend’s hair with a straight razor and loved styling it as well. Backcombing was huge and seems I had a natural bent for it. Hair was my passion, and I followed my dream to become a hairdresser which is what we were called back then.
Arriving at the Convention Centre where the hair show is being held, we register and find our way around. There is a concert going on in an adjacent building ‘The Statler Bros’ a country group was performing, remember ‘Flowers on The Wall?’ We found out later that Bobby Vinton ‘Blue on Blue’ was also there.. damn we followed the wrong bus, but I’m getting ahead of myself. Turns out the hairstyling competition was canceled, not enough entries. I was really pissed because I had put a lot of time and effort into that. The gal that I brought along for my model was not happy either. Her hubby came and picked her up, they were staying with friends in Regina. The rest of us settled in because the motor home sleeps 6 people and we were in there for the weekend.
One of the girls brought to my attention that the toilet was not flushing, how can that even be possible? Geez.. now I had to start it up and find a dumping station. By that time the concert was out and the girls and I were still in high spirits when this big beautiful bus carrying the band, drives past us. It doesn’t take much to egg me on to ‘follow’ them. I have no idea where we were going or even what we were going to do if we caught up to them, but it was the chase that was exciting. You have to remember we were all in our twenties and some of us were drinking. I managed to keep up and we followed them to the hotel where they were staying.. then what?
Well, as the band exits their bus they come over to us and we invite them into our motor home. Omg, they check out the ‘sleeping arrangements’ I’m not going to lie, they even said that. All the girls were giggling and laughing, except for me, nope this was not what I had in mind. We were all married women here, except for one. So a few minutes later they took their leave. Did we leave though? uh uh, we weren’t that bright and some were still drinking. We were parked in the parking lot facing the balconies of the hotel rooms and still in party mode. Someone got the bright idea to attract their attention again. Two of the bandmates came out onto the balcony and waved us over, there are three of us outside, but only two of us made it to their room. The third girl was laughing so hard she peed her pants.. literally.
What actually ensued was a really nice visit with two of the Sattler Bros band. The two we met were not the brothers, they were staying in another room. They told us the band got its name off of a box of tissues, true story! The funny thing about this is that it was all so normal and casual. They entertained us with a few stories about the band and we shared our road trip and stories from our salon. We then took our leave after about an hour. It was the seventies and we were just looking for excitement, I can’t even remember their names.
They were nice guys and we were nice girls and it was all in fun and we went back to the motor home and shared our visit with the other gals. We pledged to never tell anyone, least of all our husbands.. omg who would even believe us? This was so long ago now, I can finally tell the story. That Bobby Vinton ‘Blue on Blue’ was also playing at that same venue kinda haunted me afterward, what kind of an adventure would Bobby have been? ah well …
ps.. this was not the end of our evening, watch for part two : )