B A T H I N G B E A U T I E S
In bathing suits that “stretched for miles,” according to our Nannie (far right).
Our Nannie fondly remembers camping at Cedar Harbour, Sandy Beach and other spots around Lake Simcoe every summer. Her parents picked her up on the last day of school every June and the family didn’t return from camping until the first day back in September.
She says they never had to pack much because they didn’t wear anything else but bathing suits.
“We got up in the morning and put our bathing suits on, and took them off just to go to bed.”
Our generation is to be thankful that our bathing suits only had “saggy bums” to endure when they lost elastic, because swimming in the 40’s was a whole ‘nother ball game.
Photograph: Lake Simcoe, 1943
A couple of “Clare” Family cousins ready for the big swim (from left to right: Delores, Barbara, Lois & Marlene).
In bathing suits that “stretched for miles,” according to our Nannie (far right).
Our Nannie fondly remembers camping at Cedar Harbour, Sandy Beach and other spots around Lake Simcoe every summer. Her parents picked her up on the last day of school every June and the family didn’t return from camping until the first day back in September.
She says they never had to pack much because they didn’t wear anything else but bathing suits.
“We got up in the morning and put our bathing suits on, and took them off just to go to bed.”
Our generation is to be thankful that our bathing suits only had “saggy bums” to endure when they lost elastic, because swimming in the 40’s was a whole ‘nother ball game.
Photograph: Lake Simcoe, 1943
A couple of “Clare” Family cousins ready for the big swim (from left to right: Delores, Barbara, Lois & Marlene).