My father’s cousins formed a “family circle” by the name of “Weiser Family Circle.” It was a cousins club. All his siblings and cousins and their children, and aunts and uncles were members. Weiser was his mother’s maiden name, so the club consisted of only family members from her side of the family. I don’t remember her coming with us. Anyway, it was just as well she wasn’t there. She was not a well-liked woman, to put it mildly.
These annual jaunts started when I was a teenager. We always got a very early start. It was easy to get together since we all lived in Brooklyn. We arranged to meet at 6 am at a cafeteria to have early breakfast before getting started on the long trip. I remember how sleepy everyone was, and a little grumpy – no, a lot grumpy. No one was used to getting up so early, packing up the picnic baskets and games and charcoal and BBQ paraphernalia, and getting it all into the car.
After coffee and something to eat, everyone felt better and started to get excited about the day ahead. And the long drive – oh, what people do to have a good time!
Our picnics took place in the Spring and the destination was in upstate NY. I believe it was in the Saranac Lake area. We all had to take sweaters and jackets. It was very chilly in the mornings and as the sun started to go down, it got chilly again – in fact, I remember we were freezing one time, and there was a time when it started to rain. We all tried to avoid the rain by getting under the picnic tables. The barbeque fires were in danger, but we couldn’t do anything about that. That particular time, we just had to pack up as quickly as we could, get things into the cars, and cut the day short. Oh well.
My friend, Marian came with us one year.
They were good times.