FROM what I have gathered any visitors arriving in Nelson Bay on that day must have thought that they had just set foot in a ghost town, as the place was all but deserted.
Best the Lund kids tell you their experience:-
"The night before the school picnic was like the night before Christmas. With the excitement of tomorrow pending, sleep didn't come easily - then suddenly it was here - picnic day.
Mum would be busy getting food, drinks and blankets ready while dad worked on the boat as the Aurora was always one of the fishing trawlers that carried Nelson Bay school kids and their parents from the co-op wharf to Banks' Farm (Taylors Beach) for a wonderful day of fun every year.
The boats were always a picture that day with scrubbed decks and flags flying.
There were usually four boats - the Aurora, uncle Arch Thompson's Dawn, uncle Jim Hill's Duncan, Roger Coin's Terri K and later Alf Mitchell's Eileen-Sylvia and others joined the fleet.
We would all board our favorite boat and sit where ever we could find a space ready for the trip, which was alive with the anticipation of the day ahead.
The dolphins always provided much entertainment and we would lie on our stomachs and watch them surfacing at the bow, keeping pace with the boat.
On arrival we scrambled ashore and proceeded to find and mark our spot for the day with the laying down of blankets and other necessities on the ground, which had already been mown in readiness.
Soon the races began with much encouragement from the spectators. Running, skipping, sack races, wheelbarrow races (often resulting in a few sore noses), three legged races, egg and spoon, hop, skip and jump race, and blindfold races - it was so exciting.
It wasn't all for kids, one of the adult races was the "honeymoon race" in which a couple ran hand in hand to the end of the field, stopped, exchanged clothing (outer layer) and ran hand in hand back again.
Everyone won a prize so, on those wonderful days, there were never any losers.
All activities ceased for an hour or so in the middle of the day for a much needed lunch break to recharge the batteries and then it was on again.
Towards the end of the day, out came the bucket ice creams in dried ice. The ice was as exciting as the icecreams.
I remember the burning sensation when we touched it and the steamy fizz it made when it landed in the water.
Often we would have to wait for the tide to come in so that we could leave for home. I remember lighting a fire and putting on big clumps of oysters and waiting impatiently for them to open so we could have a feast.
All too soon we were on our way home. Some of us would end up on the bunks and invariably there would be a sing-along.
We were all tired and happy and, unlike the night before, we would have no trouble sleeping."
The Lund kids - Memories from 1947.
The book Old Salt is available from newsagents and bookshops across the Port or from Stinker's website www.stinker.com.au. John's next signing is on January 22 on 'Stinker's Amazing History Tour' - call 0408 494 262 for more information about the tour.