Vintage Caravan Magazine Issue 33 | Page 8

My love of camping began when I was young. I am the sixth of seven children. I grew up in Houston, and my parents introduced me to camping by packing all us children, the dog and the cat, and seeing most of the southern United States. But what really iced the cake, was our grand adventure of touring all the National Parks in the western United States and doing it camping in a small Nimrod pop-up trailer. The math is correct: nine humans, a dog and a cat in a small trailer originally built to sleep four. My father built canvas bunks, which he could install over each full bed to sleep us smaller kids, and a cabinet where my oldest brother, who was an invalid. slept. I remember being under the threat of “death” if we ever touched the canvas when it was wet! This trailer had no toilet, kitchen or electric. All our cooking was done on a two burner propane Coleman stove and lit by Coleman lanterns that had to be pumped up before lighting. Pumping the fuel was one of the jobs we were given as childern. In fact, we all had tasks to do before we could play or explore, and all had chores like washing dishes. Even today, hanging in my trailer, is a picture of me at around five years old, washing the dinner dishes in a bucket on the picnic table. This love of camping I shared with my own children, but we camped using my husbands families old five-person canvas tent. And boy, was that a bugger to set up and take down each time we camped! 6 | vintagetrailermagazine