It may be hard to understand, but some people have never been to a family or church picnic. What a shame! That’s where unforgettable memories, bonding, and romance can blossom!
Picnic delights, corporate food flings and three legged races. I won a prize, but never heard my name called. Gave a dinner for two to another second winner.
I may have been 6 or 7 and my little sister 4 or 5. We were at a company picnic for my dad's work. I was struggling to lift the bar from my seat on the swingset. My sister ran over to help me and ran in front of the boy who was swinging next to me getting kicked in the face as he swung through. Kris got a broken nose. I felt many things very strongly: guilt that this had happened to my sister, shame at not being able to get out of the swing myself, and deep disappointment that we had to go to the hospital right away instead of eating what was surely the Best Fried Chicken in the World!
As a youth, “pot luck” picnics at the church and at the church camp up north were great fun. But the best were at the base of the mountain near my grandparents, where they’d have all kinds of food waiting for me, my siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, etc. for when we returned from our hiking.
I've been on too many picnics to remember! I have two favorite spots, which are very similar: Two Lights State Park in Cape Elizabeth, Maine, and Odiorne Point State Park in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. Oh! Beaver Brook Falls in Colebrook, New Hampshire is another favorite.
Love your remarks, but in my 76 years, have NEVER been on a picnic. Sad, right? Spent my career indoors, on call 24/7/365 in a University Teaching Hospital. Had hoped to have fun and travel, get outside, in retirement but disability got in the way. Lesson here is always enjoy your days to the fullest, MIX work and pleasure because none of us knows what tomorrow may bring.
I’m so sorry, Judith. You are so right about retirement —it’s the unseen disabilities that get in our way. My picnic experience wasn’t during childhood; it was a once a year school picnic. I taught 35 years. It was more supervisory than fun!
Judith I'm trying to remember if I have been on a picnic too. I guess not since I was a kid? Unless you count my days at the beach with my volleyball group.
Picnic delights, corporate food flings and three legged races. I won a prize, but never heard my name called. Gave a dinner for two to another second winner.
Oh, Richard, a three-legged race I’d have lost. Memories for sure!😎
I may have been 6 or 7 and my little sister 4 or 5. We were at a company picnic for my dad's work. I was struggling to lift the bar from my seat on the swingset. My sister ran over to help me and ran in front of the boy who was swinging next to me getting kicked in the face as he swung through. Kris got a broken nose. I felt many things very strongly: guilt that this had happened to my sister, shame at not being able to get out of the swing myself, and deep disappointment that we had to go to the hospital right away instead of eating what was surely the Best Fried Chicken in the World!
O no, Kim! That took the fun away! I’m sure you’ll never forget that💖
Kym Dakin, You describe the episode well, and the feelings of the 6-7 year-old girl come out clearly in your narrative. Thanks for sharing.
As a youth, “pot luck” picnics at the church and at the church camp up north were great fun. But the best were at the base of the mountain near my grandparents, where they’d have all kinds of food waiting for me, my siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, etc. for when we returned from our hiking.
Sally, those food bringers must have been the life of your picnics. Yum!🥰
I've been on too many picnics to remember! I have two favorite spots, which are very similar: Two Lights State Park in Cape Elizabeth, Maine, and Odiorne Point State Park in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. Oh! Beaver Brook Falls in Colebrook, New Hampshire is another favorite.
Liz, they all sound wonderful💚🧢🧺
They are! My brother and I hosted our mother's 80th birthday picnic at Odiorne Point. A very special day.
Love your remarks, but in my 76 years, have NEVER been on a picnic. Sad, right? Spent my career indoors, on call 24/7/365 in a University Teaching Hospital. Had hoped to have fun and travel, get outside, in retirement but disability got in the way. Lesson here is always enjoy your days to the fullest, MIX work and pleasure because none of us knows what tomorrow may bring.
I’m so sorry, Judith. You are so right about retirement —it’s the unseen disabilities that get in our way. My picnic experience wasn’t during childhood; it was a once a year school picnic. I taught 35 years. It was more supervisory than fun!
Judith I'm trying to remember if I have been on a picnic too. I guess not since I was a kid? Unless you count my days at the beach with my volleyball group.
Should add I loved my career, no complaints there.