Saturday, March 16, 2013

Church Picnic

I looked outside this week and saw our peach trees are blooming, and I found a blooming bluebonnet in the yard as well. That can mean only one thing . . . spring is officially here. In recognition of the warmer weather, this will be Picnic Week here at OPOD. The picture above was taken in 1940 at a church picnic in Yanceyville, North Carolina. It seems like the tradition of church picnics has waned in the last decades, as most people appear to be too busy to take an afternoon for slow paced fellowship and food. Perhaps you could share fond memories you might have of relaxing picnics with friends and families. I remember my dad was always leery of the potato salad and cold slaw, convinced that more people had been killed from food poisoning from Potato Salad at Baptist Picnics than what Hitler had killed in the war. Anyway, I have many happy memories of church picnics and think we should revive the tradition (being careful to keep the potato salad properly cooled).


  1. Our church has a picnic every year in June. We rent a pavilion at a local park and have a wonderful time.

    I have eaten Potato Salad at Baptist Picnics many times and have escaped unscathed.

  2. Yeah, Spring. It is 14 below here, and we just had 5 inches of snow with anothe 5 predicted for tomorrow along with some high winds.
    I'm sure glad we are having GLOBAL WARMING.
    I live in North Dakota.

    I use to manage a large mobile home park (250 units). I use to have a pig roast ever summer. It took up a lot of my time energy and money. As this country progressed into the electronic age, attendance fell off to about just 10 or 12 families. Had to give it up.
    What is with people, free food, drinks and door prizes and they couldn't spare a few minutes to show up.

  3. Our church has two picnics a year, one when Sunday School starts and another when it is over for the summer. Being both wimpy and lazy, the burgers and dogs are cooked out doors, but we all eat inside in the a/c, rather than lug the tables outside and then back in again. There are games for the kids - (really)miniature golf, bean bag tosses, water balloon fights - the rector being a prime (and good natured) target, badminton for the more energetic adults, etc. It is all pot-luck, and nobody's gotten sick yet!

  4. The villain is the children's sports industrial complex. Games and practices take up the entire flippin' weekend.

    1. Very true....sometimes it seems like the coaches see my children more than I do.

  5. When our children were young our church picnic was held at a parishioner's house. The nuns were originally from California so they wore Raider hats and jackets. The rest of us were Bronco fans. There was always a volleyball net set up. Somewhere a boombox was blaring out polka music and there was dancing. There were kiddie games and lots of food served up on long tables. It was a great time.

    Eventually our parish had a large church built. The picnics got larger and less personal, or maybe it was just that our children grew up.