Her adventure began with a thirty dollar train ticket. There's no indication of where she departed from, but according to the note scribed on this envelope she expected to "arrive 5:30 New York, Thursday P.M." I sure wouldn't mind spending some hours cruising the landscape in the train pictured on this envelope. I see that she was on Track 13. So apparently they didn't skip over 13th tracks like they did the 13th floors in buildings.
After a five day stint in the Big Apple (I'll bet that was fun) it was time to hitch a plane to Texasland. Mrs. Jackson was destined to experience the new Lockheed Constellation aircraft (which had just started delivering passengers in November of 1945.. less than two years earlier.) I can't help thinking of the scene from The Aviator in which Howard Hughes discusses the Constellation's fabric swatches and window coverings with his competition over a fancy meal.
Being one of the early passengers, Mrs. Jackson received this Constellation "first reader" booklet...
The pocket-sized edition is full of facts about the plane, whimsical rhymes, and cool cartoon illustrations that were designed to exalt the aircraft while easing potential fears of even the most dim-witted passenger.
The prize of this collection is this strikingly illustrated portfolio which TWA issued to help their customers organize flight related paperwork...
The next time you find yourself annoyed by an airport video terminal, imagine flipping through a thick, finely-printed flight schedule, attempting to locate your flight among hundreds of others...
Once the exciting flight was behind her, and she'd gotten a good night's rest in Amarillo it was time for Mrs. Jackson to kick back and let a lush Greyhound bus carry her down the "happy way" to her final destination..wherever that was.
This glimpse into the glory days of American travel was brought to you in part by..
Southern Railway System- "The Southern Serves the South"
by Trans World Airline- "Still Finest, Fastest Coast to Coast!"
by Greyhound- "Make Highways Happy Ways."
And by my ability to romanticize a trip that I know nothing about. For all I know, she could have been on her way to a funeral.