Six to seven people could be seated on each side. We were careful to keep count to stay balanced. The table could accommodate even numbers on each side, but if one side outnumbered the other by three the table went up on its legs like a teeter totter. “Sit down, sit down” the light side would shout to the person who stood up. Or, “Don’t sit here. Go sit on the other side.”
An Easter picture of what would have been considered the normal crowd. Way before there were spouses and grandchildren!
Grandma Rolf didn’t trust the picnic table.
To combat the often present cloth flipping breeze dad made U clamps to hold the cloth to the table on all four edges. They were aluminum strips about an inch wide and formed into U’s. Another childhood drill. When the tablecloth came off the clamps were slid back onto the table to be ready for the clean cloth. We never lost or misplaced them.
Twenty or more years later I screeched up short in the picnic aisle of some department store. There were my dad’s clips. No way. “My dad invented those!” And so it goes.