Oh the joy of going on a Sunday afternoon picnic when we were children.
It's hard to believe that we are all dressed in our Sunday best for a picnic in the park by the lake. True, it was a Sunday afternoon, but it was the norm in those days... my mom in her pretty dress and my dad in his suit and tie. If it got warm on a summer's day, then off would come the jacket and maybe his shirt sleeves would be rolled up.
That's Little Sis in blue and me in pink ... with our blonde, blonde hair ... posing on the front seat. The young fellow behind us is our older cousin, and maybe we were both just a little bit in love with him. He was so handsome.
Having no defined recollection of this particular picture, I'm not sure what we ate that day, maybe it was fried chicken and potato salad. Or, sandwiches with ham or sliced meat with pimento cheese -- I see the loaf of bread.
|Sunday Picnic circa early 1960's|
I loved those simpler times when our outings often included a leisurely drive down interesting, meandering country roads. Up hills and then the z-o-o-m down the other side, often on dirt or gravel roads where tiny rocks would pong and ping off the car sides and bottom, a whirl of dust in our wake.
Sometimes we'd stop for a visit at our newly married aunt and uncle's place. Sometimes we'd stop at a neighbours -- that's when we hoped the family would have kids our age to play with. Other times when the car faced west towards the nearby lake and summer village, that's when we knew ice cream or even spun sugar cones would be the treat at the end of the journey. Oh joy, oh bliss!
My, that's a long time ago. I'm so glad for family photos as they remind us of those happy moments we've nearly forgotten.
And so that's my little walk down memory lane today....
Wishing you a*´¨) > ¸.·´¸.·*´¨) ¸.·*¨) > (¸.·´ (¸.·´ * a happy walk down your own memory lane! *
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