Daily Archives: June 24, 2014

Camping Days

Did you go camping as a child?  I went camping with the girl scouts a couple of times.  It was fun and scary at the same time.  I was a girl who didn’t like to be away from home.  I would be invited someplace and I would get all excited about going and then at the last minute I would not want to go.  My mother made me go sometimes and I was always glad she did because I always had fun.

Anyway, camping with the girl scouts meant crafts and swimming and games.  I was one of the younger scouts, a brownie,  and the older scouts liked to play tricks on us like hiding our underwear or putting something creepy, crawly in our beds.  But other than that, I have fond memories of it all.

One of the things I liked best was sitting around the campfire at night roasting marshmallows and singing songs.  Cuckaberra was one of them.  We would sing it in rounds.  One group would start:  Cuckaberra sits on the old gum tree, merry merry king of the bush is he-e, laugh, cuckaberra, laugh, cuckaberra, how gay your life must be.   Then the next group would start and so on until we had sung our rounds.  I loved that song for some reason.

I went to church camp a few years where we learned from the Bible and went swimming and boating and ran around the campground and laid in bed at night talking.  One year our church went camping with another group of church kids and well, it didn’t go so well.  The other kids took a disliking to us as they were from the city and we were small town kids.  Also there was a couple who couldn’t keep their hands off each other and our leader wasn’t too happy about that.  I had another bad camping experience once I will tell you about sometime if I remember.  But, for the most part, I have loved to camp.

My cousins went to a different camp than I.  They sang different songs obviously.  Great big gobs of greasy, grimy, gopher guts, greasy grimy gopher guts, greasy, grimy gopher guts, great big gobs of greasy, grimy, gopher guts hanging on the mess hall door.  Hanging on the mess hall door.  Hanging on the mess hall door.  Great big gobs of greasy, grimy gopher guts hanging on the mess hall door.  They sang that song all the way to a lake where we were going swimming, in our car, with my parents and my mother was not amused.

My cousins, who are twins by the way, just visited me last week and mentioned that song.  I was waiting for them to burst out singing, but they didn’t.

Another cousin taught me a song from her camping days, John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmitt, his name is my name too. Whenever we go out, the people always shout, there goes John Jacob Jingleheimer, Schmitt.  I don’t know why, but I can remember all the words to camp songs and can’t remember where I put my car keys last.

David and I bought a camper years ago and spent several happy years camping.  Our daughter was but a few weeks old when she went on her first camping trip.  She still likes to camp.  We camped in Michigan when David was doing training with the National Guard.  One day some tear gas was actually accidentally dropped near the campground where most of the children were playing and they all, including our two sons, came running back to the campers crying with tears running down their faces. David said that is what had happened as he recognized the smoke.  They all were okay, though.

We camped with my parents a couple of times.  We went to Yellowstone National Park and to Pikes Peak in Colorado.  My dad was a snorer, so we all tried to get to sleep before he did because he could rattle the camper.  Four adults and three children in a camper for a week is very interesting.

Now David and I have a campfire area in our yard where we sit and roast marshmallows.  We don’t sing, though.  We talk and just watch the flames leaping and sparking in the wood and I think back to camping days. Bye.

To all my Australian friends, if I misspelled cuckaberra, please forgive me.  I couldn’t find it in any dictionary I had.


David and I attended a wedding this past weekend.  The bride was beautiful.  The groom was handsome.  The food was delicious and I got to spend time with some of my favorite people.


Here’s the bride.  Her hair was lovely, her dress was beautiful and her countenance was radiant.


Here is the happy couple.


This is the bride’s brother showing me pictures of his children. This guy always makes me laugh.  He’s a sweetie.

Our granddaughter played the ukelele and sang a solo during the ceremony.  I was so proud of her.


That’s my granddaughter in the blue dress wearing glasses.


Quilts covered all the tables.  I provided some of them.  This is an antique one I have had for a long time.


This is a quilt I made for my granddaughter years ago.



Two more of my antique quilts.



Two more quilts I have made.  I was happy to loan them for the reception.  We covered them with plastic so I wasn’t concerned about them getting stained.

Any day is a good day when I get to hang out with my grandchildren.


This boy is a darling.  I love his glasses and his sweet smile.


Whoa, wait a minute.  His nose is growing right before my eyes!  No, I just took a blurry picture which I do quite often.


He smiles as he sucks his thumb. My youngest grandson.  I cannot take a good picture of him because he is constantly moving.




Photo bomb.  Another of my grandsons.


My grandsons with their new stepdad.


My present to the bride and groom will be a signed quilt.  People signed blocks at this table.

There was a pitch-in supper and a pie bar and there was so much food and it all was delicious.  David nabbed me a piece of blackberry pie and it was so good.


I saw Audrey Hepburn in the bathroom.

It was a very nice evening and David and I enjoyed ourselves immensely.

We spent the night in a Best Western.  Our whole weekend was free.  Our night at the motel was free because of points we had earned and all the food we ate for two days was free.  David wouldn’t have had to spend a dime if I hadn’t asked him to buy a newspaper on the way home!   That does not happen very often.  Actually, it has never happened.  Usually we end up spending more than we planned on any outing.

Here’s to brides and grooms and happily ever after. Bye.