A PICNIC IS A PICNIC WHEREVER YOU HAPPEN TO BE – SAND, DIRT, GRASS, ROCKS, PATIOS, DECKS, A LIVING ROOM FLOOR, OR AN OLD HELICOPTER PAD
Summer, 1962. Picnic IN the sand. You’ve seen this picture before. We were at Stinson Beach and the wind was blowing pretty hard, but we hunkered down behind the sand dunes and on this particular trip, managed to eat our lunch without crunching on too much sand. And yes, there was the time we went to Stinson and gave up picnicking there because it was just too windy, coming home to eat our lunch on a blanket spread out on the living room floor in front of a cheery fire Dad built in the fireplace. But hey, it was still a picnic! J Stinson Beach. It’s always windy here because it’s so wide open. But it’s a great place to explore. My husband’s mother looks like she’s eating something yummy out of a box in front of her? I’m guessing she was around 15 at the time which would place the year around 1925. Her mother, Lillian Ross (Pringle) Brasier, is seated on the right. Mid 1940s. My maternal grandmother, Bertha ...