In the days before fast food
outlets, refreshments were packed to take on your journey. I can remember
taking my grandmother, Myrtle, on a road trip with my two young children in
tow. We were taking her to visit her sister in New South Wales, the year was
1997.
She bought with her a red
picnic case that held two thermoses, a china tea set, tins full of sandwiches
and fruit. My children were aged eight and ten, we would stop often. I would
take the children for a walk while she stayed with the car, at 90 years of age
she wasn’t too keen on going for long walks, no matter how short they were. By
the time we returned she would have peeled and cut up fruit and arranged the
afternoon tea, it was quite magical. It was something that she had been doing
since she had been a young mother.
Photographer unknown, Traveller’s stopping at a Road side
picnic; circa 1927, New South Wales, Australia [W009]
Her daughter Judy remembers
travelling as a young girl going on holidays with her parent’s Lincoln &
Myrtle and her brother Warrick. Judy remembered the last trip that they all
took together.
They had started early in the
morning before the sun had risen leaving their warm beds. Lincoln, their father
ushered Judy, and her brother Warrick to the back door, the sound echoing as
their feet scuffed across the linoleum floor. The air was brisk as they slid
into the back of the car onto the cold seat. She pulled her teddy bear with its
articulating arms closer to her body. Judy could see her mother, Myrtle's
figure through the open kitchen door as she bustled around in her apron under
the bright electric light packing the last of the contents of their red picnic
case. It held tin boxes laden with fresh sandwiches, flasks of hot tea and a
bottle of cold water for the kids.
Every few hours they stopped during their journey on the side of the road to take refreshments. Myrtle spreading a small cloth on whatever flat surface was available, often on top of a blanket on the ground. Myrtle carefully arranged the chosen refreshments in careful proportions for each person not wasting, spilling or dropping a morsel from the picnic set. Judy released from her cramped confinement in the rear seat ran off amongst roadside trees to stretch her legs. Sometimes Warrick followed her but mostly he liked to stay near the car. The paddocks were lush and green this time of the year in the middle of winter. There weren’t many trees other than those on the road verge or the occasional single file of pines that created windbreaks along the barbwire fence lines. Judy crouched down and fossicked in the rubble but was cautious not to disturb any bull ant nests.
“Judy. Judy. Judith. Where
have you got too? Come back to the car this instance,” shouted Myrtle
Judy sprang to attention,
dropping her stick and began to make her way back.
“Why can’t you be more like
your brother? Come along now, have something to eat. Your father wants to leave
in a few minutes," Myrtle continued as Judy got closer.
“Now Myrtle she’s just full
of energy,” Lincoln said as he winked at Judy “After all you don’t want them
both to be carsick, do you?”
After a quick bite, it was
back in the car and off again. The long drive was punctuated with storytelling
and singing. Judy’s favourite song was “There's a hole in my bucket” but she
also liked “Old MacDonald Had a Farm”. There seemed to be a never-ending list
of ditties and songs. Lincoln told stories as he drove, and they’d play ‘Eye
Spy’, it broke the monotony of the journey.
Many years later Judy would
repeat the whole process herself with her young children.
Photographer Christine Filiamundi, Judy setting up family
picnic during a road trip, c.1962, on the road between Bateman’s Bay, New &
Benalla, Victoria, Australia. [W038] From Left Judith Todman, Sandra
Williamson, Mark Williamson, John Palmer Williamson
Sandra also carried on the tradition during her own car trips.
Photographer Jessica, picnic on the way to Opera in the Outback, 1997, South
Australia
The red picnic case in the foreground is the one that
Sandra’s grandmother used when she travelled. Sandra’s friend Yumiko is holding
one of the matching thermoses that were part of the original contents of the
case.
Nothing like a bit of refinement for an afternoon tea break
while travelling.
Sepia Saturday: Using Old Images As Prompt for New Reflections – Prompt 526
Love this post! I grew up in the 1950s and 1960s on family car trips, with waxed-paper-wrapped sandwiches from the cooler, and iced drinks from plaid thermoses. Your family appears to have done the same, based on these enjoyable photos.
ReplyDeleteI had fogotten about wax paper. My grandmother certainly didn't use plastic wrap like we do now.
DeleteOh . . . your post brings back so many lovely memories of my growing up experiences with my family. We went on "Sunday" drives all the time including picnics by the side of the road or, if we were lucky, in a picnic area with tables. Fortunately, I have many pictures of those times. Thanks for the memories. :)
ReplyDeleteAhh yes the Sunday Drive. It's hard to image just going for a drive these days. We always need a destination in mind these days
DeleteMe too, wax paper around sandwiches, thermoses, a whole bag of chips for everyone to eat from, those aluminum cups that stacked inside each other, maybe some paper napkins, but no paper plates! And we definitely took those Sunday drives!
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