We didn’t have water bottles- there was no sippy box, pouch or fancy energy drink. If you were outside playing, and you were thirsty, you would simply turn on the spigot, bend down a bit, wait for about 10 seconds until the cold water reached the end of the hose, then take a long, long gulp swallowing, swallowing and swallowing. Of course, you would then offer the hose to the next sweaty, out of breath neighborhood friend. If you were on your game that day, you might remember to turn off the hose. Or, your father might step in huge puddle and yell out ” Who left the dam hose on?”
Remember Saratoga Vichy Water? Well, they also made Saratoga Ginger Ale! Of course, everyone had the Vichy water. My mother had it for every “adult” party. Each time there was a spill, it was “Grab the Vichy water!!” Not gonna lie, we usually had Canada Dry Ginger Ale. I resurrected this bottle from the Round Lake Antique Fest and thought I’d put the little sister of Vichy in the spotlight. What is Vichy water, anyway?
Picking the perfect picnic spot had its own rituals. Where was the water? Is the table flat? Does the grill seem ok? Will it be sunny? Shady? Where is the bathroom? Is there room for the kids to play Frisbee? Once it passed all the checkpoints, it was time to unload the car. Coolers, lawn chairs, the lawn games-Jarts, croquet, badminton, volleyball…seems like we would bring more for a picnic than camping. Then there was the galvanized bucket filled with soda and beers for the day. The smell of the charcoal lighting filled the air, along with the drenching of Off. And so, a day of picnicking in Saratoga State Park would begin.