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 Picnic Time!




On a comfortable, Saturday morning in August, about 65 Mature Friends and guests started rolling into the park for our annual picnic. Last year we switched locations from Woodland Park, to Meridian Park, which proved to be a vast improvement. Last year this location turned out to be more convenient, with parking nearby, plus the shelter house could house all of us comfortably.Lucky we had enough tables for the record turnout.

Meridian Park

Meridian Park Shelter House

As usual, our now past president, Bruce, arrived early, bringing along signs, extra tables, paper for table covering, ice chests of soda, the obligatory coffee urn, plastic forks, knives, and spoons, and all the other supplies that bring a picnic to life. Fortunately, a few members arrived early to help him set up. By the time most people arrived, Bruce and helpers had everything ready, down to the details of labeling tables to organize where appetizers, salads, main dishes, and desserts should be placed.

As in the past, the organizers of the picnic also slung the banner in front of the shelter to make sure our members knew they were coming to the right place. Although we donít collect money for the picnic, we did keep track of how many show up and who contributed food. Because several people had forgotten to sign in last year, we dispensed with the sign-up sheet and made do with an informal head count. 



Beverages Ready to Accompany Appetizers


The early arrivals began picking away at the appetizers and enjoying cold drinks or coffee, hoping the sun would come out. Around noon, the main group of picnickers began to drifting in. The new arrivals set up their dishes to share on the food tables and began joining the early arrivals in feasting on appetizers and whetting their whistles with soft drinks or water chilled down in a tub of ice. Shortly after noon, our grill-master Peter started sizzling the first batch of  hot-dogs. The club provided several kinds of sausages -- Polish, all-beef, chicken, and veggie sausages. Smelling the sausages, the hungry hoards began circling the main-dish table like a swarm of ravenous seven-year locusts.

Although we had a bigger crowd than last year, there was room for even more. Maybe next year?

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