|Additional Photo of Picnic|
on July 4th, 1930
We spent a quiet day after all the excitement of yesterday. At nine o'clock in the evening we packed some eats and blankets together, hopped in the Ford and went to Åminneborg. Here we met Helge Klockars and his motor boat (not forgetting three ducks). We proceded to our picnic place of yesterday and started a nice "house party". We emptied the ducks out into the water and let them run around where they wishes. Then we had our evening coffee, which was good.
That evening we did nothing but play the phonograph, eat and play "Touring". It was so dark that we could hardly see the cards, but we managed somehow. We went to bed at about 2 A.M. Tyra and I slept in one room and all we did for about two hours was slap at mosquitoes. We would almost be sleeping when "B-z-z-z-z-z" a mosquito would come too close for comfort, so we waved our hands around. We murdered half a dozen apiece, I do believe. Even then I think we must have been killing them in our sleep, too. (No, I won't finish by saying that when we woke up there was a big stack of dead mosquitoes on our bed, because that wasn't the truth!)
SUNDAY, JULY 6TH, 1930 - Norr Skär
SUNDAY, JULY 6TH, 1930 - Norr Skär
|Phonograph and Swimmers|
Beautiful strains of music woke us up this morning! The boys were out in the kitchen, living-room and dining room combined, and were playing the prettiest music they had on the phonograph. We had breakfast consisting of coffee, hardtack, korv, cookies and coffee bread. After satisfying our hunger, we all climbed in the boat and rode to the other side of the bay. We spread out blankets, set the phonograph a-going and then the kids went in swimming. We had a good time that morning--laughing and talking, taking pictures, slapping flies, etc. At about 12:30 we went back to Norr Skär to eat dinner (which consisted of breakfast plus sil and eggs). Dishes were washed and then the boat again hurried us across. Paul and Helge went fishing and the rest of us slept until about five. Then it started raining, so we had to hurry back to the house. Dinner consisted of lunch plus nothing except two eggs, and they were cold, etc. etc.
Meanwhile, a person came over and wanted Helge to take him to Åminneborg, so they piled me in with them. Then we proceded to have a nice boat wreck. Coming into Åminneborg, the water was too shallow and the whole rudder came off and the propeller was all bent. There was much pulling and pushing and pounding on the part of several boys there, but they got the boat ready again in about an hour. It was raining pitchforks then, so Helge and I hurried for shelter until it had stopped a little. Then we puffed back to the skar, with the boat as good as ever and no lives lost.
The house was full when we arrived, as about twenty picnickers had come to visit us and dance. After dancing and singing to our hearts content, at about 11 o'clock Helge ordered us to get our things packed up, because we were going home. Inasmuch as he was captain of our ship, we had to obey, and we set off with two sailboats and one row boat in tow. About half ways to Åminneborg, we picked up another sailboat, so then we had four boats in tow. It certainly was beautiful that evening. The water was like glass and the sky was all red from the sunset. White, fluffy clouds drifted by, making all kinds of amusing shapes. Our boats were reflected in the water, and it certainly looked queer to see such a string. We sang all the way over, and we were all SO HAPPY! But the worst was yet to come for me.
When we got home we went directly to bed, but I was miserable. Me and the flies didn't seem to agree, and I had about a thousand bites on my legs. They itched and hurt so that I couldn't sleep, and my legs were swollen to about twice their size. That's all I ever get. Just Bites!