I remember when----???? (camping version).
I have a buddy that says we go "trailer" NOT "camping". I have no desire to start an arguement over what "camping" IS. However, after reading the post about needing bigger tow vehicles, bigger tra...
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What a great thread full of wonderful memories and touching stories. It has, at times, brought a tear to my aging eyes.
Yes when we were kids in the mid fifties my Aunt Margey and My Uncle Mark and My Mom and Dad would pack up the total of 7 kids, 6 of them my Aunts (some still in diapers)and 9 kids if my Aunt Elaine came too, load up the small travel trailer and head for the mountains or the Desert or the Beach...(growing up in Southern California had it's great points)
Uncle Mark brought along his Sluice box to hunt for Gold. The kids slept in tents, we had Coleman stoves and plastic checked table cloths for the picnic table. And some great new invention called Melmac for dishes...no kid could break it.
The trailer was pulled with my uncles station wagon, a Plymouth I think and we drove our Hudson President which had a habit of vapor locking on the steep mountain roads if the temp was about 90. Running Springs and Big Bear in the San Bernardino mountains was one of our favorite places. But I also loved the Desert. Hearing the Coyote's bark and great open space, the huge boulders and the Joshua Trees.
My cousin Phillip and I spent our days roaming around playing and teasing the girls, If my Uncle Clarence was there he told VERY scary stories of Indians and Ghosts and Creatures who ate small boys for breakfast. He claimed to have one in the attic of his Log house and often asked Phillip and I if we wanted to look at it...we always said yes and he would drag out the ladder and set it up and move the attic hatch back only half way and say "Go On up and take a look"...and then the story would start again...We never made it to the top of that ladder.
And when we were camping we'd be making a trip to town for something and he would slam on his brakes and in a panicked voice say "DID YOU SEE THAT?" and off he would run out of his pick up to a tree or log, crouching behind spinning another great yarn of adventure and lost gold, Indians or monsters just always over that rise...We always SWORE we saw it when we got back to the camp.
He outlived 3 heart pacemakers and we miss him. He scared the
you-know-what out of us and we loved him dearly for it.
Yes things were simpler and we had FUN. We have I think complicated our lives somewhat needlessly and we have not yet learned how to balance the use of all of this great technology in important ways so that WE are in charge of it and the technology doesnt Rule us. There is a balance but it is all too new and we have not truly come to grips with it. It is I admit very addicting stuff. And therein lies the problem. I have to admit that I am at my happiest though when I leave most of it behind me and just go off without any of it.
Yes when we were kids in the mid fifties my Aunt Margey and My Uncle Mark and My Mom and Dad would pack up the total of 7 kids, 6 of them my Aunts (some still in diapers)and 9 kids if my Aunt Elaine came too, load up the small travel trailer and head for the mountains or the Desert or the Beach...(growing up in Southern California had it's great points)
Uncle Mark brought along his Sluice box to hunt for Gold. The kids slept in tents, we had Coleman stoves and plastic checked table cloths for the picnic table. And some great new invention called Melmac for dishes...no kid could break it.
The trailer was pulled with my uncles station wagon, a Plymouth I think and we drove our Hudson President which had a habit of vapor locking on the steep mountain roads if the temp was about 90. Running Springs and Big Bear in the San Bernardino mountains was one of our favorite places. But I also loved the Desert. Hearing the Coyote's bark and great open space, the huge boulders and the Joshua Trees.
My cousin Phillip and I spent our days roaming around playing and teasing the girls, If my Uncle Clarence was there he told VERY scary stories of Indians and Ghosts and Creatures who ate small boys for breakfast. He claimed to have one in the attic of his Log house and often asked Phillip and I if we wanted to look at it...we always said yes and he would drag out the ladder and set it up and move the attic hatch back only half way and say "Go On up and take a look"...and then the story would start again...We never made it to the top of that ladder.
And when we were camping we'd be making a trip to town for something and he would slam on his brakes and in a panicked voice say "DID YOU SEE THAT?" and off he would run out of his pick up to a tree or log, crouching behind spinning another great yarn of adventure and lost gold, Indians or monsters just always over that rise...We always SWORE we saw it when we got back to the camp.
He outlived 3 heart pacemakers and we miss him. He scared the
you-know-what out of us and we loved him dearly for it.
Yes things were simpler and we had FUN. We have I think complicated our lives somewhat needlessly and we have not yet learned how to balance the use of all of this great technology in important ways so that WE are in charge of it and the technology doesnt Rule us. There is a balance but it is all too new and we have not truly come to grips with it. It is I admit very addicting stuff. And therein lies the problem. I have to admit that I am at my happiest though when I leave most of it behind me and just go off without any of it.
