Comments on: I Miss Summer Vacation

By: Author Kristen Lamb

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By: Joanna Aislinn

Joanna Aislinn — Tue, 02 Aug 2011 17:01:46 +0000

Game shows, soaps and books were the ticket to me keeping myself occupied during the school hiatus. Now I feel sort of guilty for the break (but figure the 60+) hours of my time just on writing evaluations is comp time now, right? Anyway, there are blogs to read and write, social media to learn and a house to get in order before September rolls around. Thanks for this great reminder of how it was–and maybe meant to be–at least for a short-lived while every year.

By: jcarth

jcarth — Tue, 26 Jul 2011 18:11:52 +0000

A late comment is better than none at all says I.

Summer play. Ah yes, I remember the concept, but summer was not for playing it was for reading! I lived in a neighborhood of few children and no sidewalks so it was asking Mom to drive me if I wanted to go anywhere. But books, oh my, the books. I could go anywhere I wanted without having to leave my favorite place high up in the apple tree in the back yard.

I traveled to every country of my imagination, rode Kon Tiki with Thor Heyerdahl and dove beneath the waves with Jacques Cousteau. Then, when I was about eight, I discovered a strange new animal called Science Fiction, and the rest of life went into the crapper.

I traveled to Cimmeria with Robert Howard, far distant planets with the Gray Lensman, and oh how many nights did I spend laying on the warm grass wishing I could see the “twin hurtling moons of Barsoom,” with John Carter, and have my own Dejah Thoris.

Heinlein, Van Vogt, Asimov, “Doc” Smith, Verne, Lovecraft, Burroughs, and so many others whom I’ve probably forgotten.

Those were my Summers of Bliss.

I miss the wonder of them.

By: beverlydiehl

beverlydiehl — Mon, 25 Jul 2011 23:02:21 +0000

Kristen, you sure know how to rub it in. Now I’m craving an ice cream truck treat, AND a slip ‘n slide (those were before my time. The competition for my neighborhood was who had the best oscillating sprinkler in the front yard.)

Europeans and peeps from other countries actually TAKE long vacations. Without checking in with the office five times a day. And the GO places, like the Grand Canyon. I did take a “long” vacation (two weeks, eternity for an American) a few years ago and met almost as many people from out of the country at our national parks as there were Americans.

I wouldn’t want to be from anywhere else, but I do think we should take a page from that book, and actually learn to relax, explore and play, on a regular basis.

By: Julie Glover

Julie Glover — Mon, 25 Jul 2011 21:59:17 +0000

I just returned from church camp as a staff member. It’s the same camp I went to for 11 years as a kid! However, it’s different. Back when I was a child/teenager, the cabins were not air-conditioned; there were chiggers everywhere; you had to watch for scorpions when you walked with your flashlight to the community bathroom between cabins; and I don’t remember ever wearing sunscreen. This past week, I wore a jacket in the pavilion because the A/C made it feel like a meat locker in there (while it was 100 degrees outside); I accessed Wi-Fi from the camp office; and I showed videos to the kids on our audio-visual projection system with surround sound speakers. Quite a difference! But summer still means camp to me. Always will.

Oh yeah! A rope still hangs from a tree limb so we can swing out and drop down into the Medina River! That is the same. 🙂

By: Marilag Lubag

Marilag Lubag — Mon, 25 Jul 2011 07:29:14 +0000

Summer vacation…somehow, I ended up going to journalism camp. I don’t mind since there are great people but it certainly cut down my vacation time. We also ended up being the new teacher’s guinea pigs. If we understand what they’re talking about, the teachers are hired. If not, they’re not hired.

My favorite thing in the summer? Green mangoes. They’re so sour I found myself wanting more. Most of the time, I don’t put salt on them just to taste their sourness. Those are the best times.

By: Jenny Hansen

Jenny Hansen — Mon, 25 Jul 2011 07:03:36 +0000

Growing up in Los Angeles, it was all ocean ALL THE TIME for me in the summers. We’d get up early and take the #12 blue bus to Santa Monica and hang out between Station 24 and 25. Thank God, I didn’t watch Jaws until high school!

My fave thing was camp – Girl Scout camp to be exact – on Catalina Island. I learned to canoe in the ocean and spent hours in the surf or dodging Buffalo chips throughout the camp. I remember all those wacky camp songs (which I now sing to my daughter) – *Peanut, peanut butter…and jelly…* Plus I’d spend HOURS in the evenings doing hair. It’s astonishing that I didn’t go into hair rather than software training. 🙂

I loved, loved, loved Slip N Slides (just not enough room in the city) and I so appreciate your trip down memory lane!