Thursday, December 31, 2009
Throwback Thursday: 1972
I ran across this picture of me and my oldest son Eric, when he was 6 months old. This was my "hippy" stage: hence, the wire-frame glasses, the straight hair with the center part.
About this time, Eric, his Dad, and I lived in a tent for six weeks at the Stafford Springs Campground in Connecticut, while his Dad finished up his Master's Degree in summer school at Western New England College in Springfield, Massachusetts.
Imagine it: two adults and a six-month old baby living in a tent. His father and I had never been camping before in our lives; it was the most economical way for my ex to finish his degree. We owned a home in Maine, but had only one car. We couldn't afford to rent an apartment and make payments on our home, too; and I didn't want to stay in Maine by myself with a baby and no wheels. We had no close friends or relatives nearby, as we had moved to Maine less than a year prior.
In the end, I loved camping--my ex hated it. Eric and I got tan playing in the lake mornings, and I read several books in the afternoons while Eric napped. We had no TV, and of course back then personal computers were practically non-existant. Half-way through the six weeks, we left the tent and stayed in a hotel for a weekend. We gloried in the comfort of a real bed for a couple of nights, instead of sleeping on the ground in sleeping bags, and I was able to take a bubble bath, instead of a quick shower in the campsite bath facilities.
Oh, and I forgot to mention, the first night that we actually had the tent erected and moved in, the rain started, and it rained for ten straight days! We had to dig a trench around the tent so the water wouldn't go under it and make it squishy. (This could have contributed to my ex's extreme distaste for camping!)
My spirits were not dampened however; I went on to camp in that tent many more times over the years with my sons, although their dad never did sleep in the tent again!