Tub O’ Soda, 10″ x 10″ Oil on gessobord
Original page from Michne Camping Log, 1971
My father kept our camping log all the years we camped. This page has the story of the day I won the “floating mattress!”
It was July 16, 1971. The perfect summer day as I recall. My father was hosting the annual work picnic. I won a green raft that day for my athletic ability in the egg race! It was my biggest claim to fame as a 9 year old. I remember reaching into a tub of iced cold soda with what seemed like every variety ever invented. It was sheer heaven- all the FREE SODA I could drink! Pull the ring tab- wear it on your finger for a bit before carelessly dropping it somewhere in the grass. Take that long first sip…..ahhhhhhhhhh. Life was good.
Who’s Thirsty? 10″ x 10″ Oil on Gessobord
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?
You could always count on a glass dish filled with these little candy treasures at my grandmothers. The bowl was always strategically placed waiting for our little fingers to sneak 3 or 4 at a time! I would load a few in my pockets and eat on the ride home. It was like eating a kaleidoscope! Every color and shape seemed different and more special than the next. The Christmas memories I from being a kids of the 60’s and 70’s stay with me now as I put out the dish for my nieces and nephews to marvel, and hopefully take a few home for their car ride. Merry Christmas, everyone!
How ‘Bout Here?
How “Bout Here?
6″ x 6” Oil on gesso board
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.