Those Were the Days

Camp­ing out in a home­made tent was the best!

Our Canada - - The Way It Was - by Glo­ria Young,

My fond­est child­hood sum­mer mem­o­ries are of our fam­ily camp­ing trips to Point Leam­ing­ton, N.L. We be­gan those two-week sum­mer hol­i­day trips in 1947 when I was just six years old, and they con­tin­ued un­til I was 14. My par­ents, two older sis­ters Mar­i­lyn and Ruth, our younger brother Don­ald and I would travel the 29 kilo­me­tres from Bot­wood to Leam­ing­ton in the back of a hired truck over a gravel road, with all the nec­es­sary equip­ment, in­clud­ing a tent my mother made from cot­ton flour sacks. She’d bleach them to re­move the print­ing, then sew them to­gether to make a tent. Dad would coat it with some sort of oil to make it wa­ter­proof. We had no por­ta­ble source of re­frig­er­a­tion, so Mom canned and bot­tled most of our food, and brought along some store­bought canned food. Our par­ents had made friends with Mr. Ch­es­ley Boone and his fam­ily, who lived in Leam­ing­ton. He was kind enough to let our fam­ily set up our tent in their fenced gar­den ev­ery year. We kids made our own fun play­ing board games and swim­ming dur­ing the day, while most evenings we’d walk the half-hour each way to a small va­ri­ety store to buy treats. We loved Leam­ing­ton—es­pe­cially Dad, who was an avid salmon fish­er­man. He spent most of his days fish­ing by the nearby falls. We en­joyed it when he brought a fresh salmon back to camp and Mom would fry it up for sup­per. What great mem­o­ries I have of those by­gone sum­mers!

Left: Glo­ria’s dad fish­ing with her mom’s sis­ters; Glo­ria and Don­ald in 1950.

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