I grew up in the 40’s and 50’s on a farm in Alabama.  I enjoyed the farm life except for picking cotton.  Everything or everyday was not hard work. Dad and mother saw that we had pleasure time. Mother would prepare a picnic break for us sometime.  We always had drinking water with us, so we could wash up for the picnic.  The picnic would not be fancy, but we enjoyed them very much.

Several families in the surrounding area would get together and plan for an all-night fishing trip to the river just below the dam at Wetumpka.  They would plan several weeks ahead of time.  This would give us boys plenty of time to gather bait.  We would arrive on Friday midafternoon and mother would spread out a picnic lunch on the trunk of our car.  If we wanted a midnight snack mother would have it prepared by the time we washed up.  The next morning mother would have our bacon and eggs cooked. We always enjoyed picnics.

Before the interstate highways were built, each main highway had picnic tables ever so often so travelers could stop and take a break.  My wife and I would plan our trips so that we could stop and have a picnic at a rest area where they had tables.  Sometimes we would stop at a picnic area and just have a coke and a pack of PeanutButter crackers.  My wife and I would sometimes while traveling stop at a fast-food place and buy sandwiches and drinks and go to a park with picnic tables to eat our food.