Philbrook Art Museum in Tulsa
One summer we took visiting grandparents to the Museum for a special picnic in the gardens. We spread the quilt on the grass and enjoyed our feast while being entertained by storytellers and ballet performances. The thing that startles me about this photo is that I see 3 year old Scott eyeing the camera, but there are no signs Heidi. This wouldn't be disturbing if I didn't remember a little mishap we had earlier. At the house we had rushed to load up 2 cars before heading off to the Philbrook. Not wanting to miss the shows we leapt into the cars and our mini caravan headed down the street. It was at a stop sign that I rolled down my window to make sure Heidi was in the other car. Oops. A quick U-turn and we were back home. Luckily our busy 5 year old was quite unaware that she'd been left behind. I'd still feel better if I saw her in this photo!
Florida State Students in Sicily
I love this serious looking photo of windblown picnickers sitting on top of the flat rock...
and tucked into a tiny space below.
I was eleven in 1969, when my family lived in Italy and Dad was a teacher with an FSU study program. I was in awe of these college students who were as cool as the music they listened to...Aquarius, Hey Jude... I was never as confident as my sister Jenni, who at 14 joined the students for lunch (top right) on the rock. My 16 year old brother Chris isn't pictured, because he was the one with the camera. My younger brother David and I were already finished with our box lunches. We were off climbing the ruins in search of treasures from the past... and wild flowers, as I recall.
Junior Museum in Tallahassee, Florida
It was April in 1968 and I was celebrating my 11th birthday with a few friends. I remember playing in the park, climbing on a caboose and having a scavenger hunt. I remember sitting on the porch of a cabin drinking bottles of pop. So then why are my friends looking so glum ? I don't even remember the names of these friends, except for Amy Simpson! She's the one who is actually smiling next to me as she peers over the gift I'm opening. I love it that I haven't seen Amy in a million years, but we communicate on Facebook...and she's the only one who looks happy at my birthday picnic! Thanks, Amy!
May 2013 in Pecan Park
This lovely little park not far from home, got some use last Mother's Day. Don and I brought breakfast and coffee and the Sunday New York Times. It was not my most perfect Mother's Day. My kids weren't in town and this was the first celebration of the holiday after my mom's passing. But I have spent many a Mother's Day picnicking with my mom, so this was such a peaceful, happy way to enjoy the day and remember her. I'm afraid I didn't even attempt the crossword puzzle, though. Mom wouldn't have left without completing it!
#17 - 1982 Near Dana Point, CA
Our picnics were less about food back then. Our cooler was the perfect table and our Doritos and salsa may have been dinner...along with the beverages resting in the sand. For about 3 years Don and I walked to the beach almost every weekend. Sometimes we met up with Cliff and other friends. None of us had kids yet and the world seemed so simple then. Here are 3 comments about the photo. 1- Look at our fine hats. That was back in Don's cycling days when he always wore a bicycle cap. 2- What's with Don's grin? As I recall he was trying to recreate Cliff's smile. (Cliff has a great smile) 3- Why is the camera aiming towards the parking lot and not the beach? Don't know, but at least we can laugh at the dated cars.
A Mother/Daughter Picnic and Show
This must be 2005, when Heidi was a senior in high school. We had just finished our carry out picnic and were waiting for Suessical the Musical to begin. I remember feeling lucky that our weather had cooperated, because outdoor summer events in Houston can be miserable. I also recall feeling a little confused about this new world of texting that I knew nothing about. A year earlier, I would have had Heidi all to myself.
Mom's Picnic List
In honor of my mother on the first Mother's Day since she has passed, I dedicate a new list... Mom's Picnic List!
Mom loved picnics and she raised her kids to appreciate the simple pleasures of food, family and friends in the great out of doors.
I will spend a year reflecting on as many past picnics as I can remember. But, I'll also
appreciate the here and now by creating new picnic experiences. My goal is to share at least 60 picnic memories, since that's how many years Mom was a mom!
Let the picnics begin!