Picture or the day:
Sherry’s family did not do any camping. I introduced that to her.
Time in the woods over night was part of my childhood. For a few days every year our family met Uncle Irvin’s family in the Pisgah Forest of North Carolina. Mama and Aunt Bert did the cooking over an open fire.
I remember so many stories told around the campfire. Strangely the area where we ‘camped’ was an area where mama and daddy lived during part of the depression time. No rent nor utilities. They said several families lived here including Mama’s sister Julia and hubby Doyle. Daddy and Doyle worked at a saw mill for what money they were able to get.
They talked about huddling in the old tent, all night, with my brothers and sisters for warmth on many wet, cold nights. They laughed at mistakes in cooking. Frying fish sometimes as small as sardines.
(Sherry & I have been in tents and nice motor homes. I miss camping in the woods)
There were Apple trees and walnut trees in the area, and they used those for food. They got their water from the mountain stream near by.
My brothers were allowed to play in the creek but could not pee in it. The adults made that a strict rule, explaining that folks down the creek used that water too.
I am always amazed at how people all over the world, made it thru The Great Depression! Ingenuity, hard work, and scraping to get by AND RAISE a family.
I was always proud to hear how my parents' made things work.
Are you old enough to have heard stories of that time?
Nite Shipslog
PS: Thanks for sticking around. Myra had a graphic on her blog lately that lets one know just how small we are in respect to the solar system. ;-) I need to KNOW that when I think I have troubles.
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7 comments:
My parents went through the depression. What an amazing time to learn about - those people were tough.
I remember hearing my parents talk about the depression. I was a baby boomer-born in 1948 so the world was slightly righted by then, I think. We didn't camp growing up but my cousins and I spent a lot of time in the woods and had big bonfires. We loved maple syrup time and stirring the sap over open flames outside in half a 'drum'. We girl cousins would sneak a couple of quarts of the sap and make maple sugar in the back kitchen at their old farmhouse. It was SOOO good! What wonderful memories some of us have of growing up before everything was computerized and shiny new. Hugs- Diana
Yes, I remember my mother and dad talking about the Depression ... ration books at the like. Not being about to readily purchase nylon stockings affected her the most!
The only camping I remember enjoying was in Girl Scouts. Later, as an adult I was put off by no modern plumbing (lol) or central A/C. Spoiled, yep!
My parents live through the depression and Often Talked about it and how hard things were then, Everyone lost money then and often lost their homes too. Banks weren't trusted perple lost their jobs. Hope we never see another bad time like that was!
I never went camping as a kid. We went when the kids were young a couple of times. It is just not my thing. To me it is just work! :)
camping as a kid never happened for us. We lived on the farm, with acres and fields, but never thought camping would be fun. We knew mosquitoes were busy at night, and my brothers (for all their bravado) were cowards.
I know my parents went through the depression, but they were still relatively young and did not seem to be terribly affected by it. As for camping, my family used to go camping every summer for our summer trip from Florida to Ohio/PA to visit relatives. My dad would pick a different route through the mountains every year, and we would camp in different State Parks or other cheap campgrounds. We had an Umbrella tent for my parents and my sister and me, and my two brothers slept in a pup tent. We cooked our food on a Coleman Grill or campfire, and as we traveled we would pull over to a roadside picnic table and my mother would fix our lunch. No McDonalds or other fast food places back then, especially in the mountains. Those were the happiest times of my life. My Dad made it all a lot of fun for us, but in reality, it was the only way we could afford to travel that far for a family of 6, all loaded in a sedan vehicle with no AC, with a box strapped to the top of the car to carry our luggage or camping gear. There were some pretty crazy stories, but I won't take up all your space here. Those were the good old days for sure.
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