One of my great-aunt's favorite words was frolic. I would ask her what they did before summer camp and movies and Girl Scouts and she would laughingly say, "Why we would frolic!" The word would roll off her tongue and dance about my head as she told stories of picnics and parties and car rides through the Tennessee countryside. She was the youngest of ten high-spirited children who grew into high-spirited adults.
I remember her voice as I look through the photo albums she and her sisters kept. They certainly did frolic during those long ago summers. She remained ready for frolics and adventure well into her eighties, though the photographic evidence of those later frolics seems to have vanished.
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| Frolic in the creek c. 1918. Note the stylish newspaper hats. |
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| Frolic with Ice Cream Cones, c. 1918 |
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| Baseball Frolic Gone Bad, c. 1925 |
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| Motor Frolic, c. 1930 |
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| Beach Frolic after WWII. |
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| The next generation frolics at Myrtle Beach about 1948. |
Submitted to the 95th edition of the Carnival of Genealogy.
