I need to go through boxes and scan old pictures. Some of those include pictures of my mother and father (and probably me) during our backpacking trip in the "Black Forest" of north central Pennsylvania in the summer of 1942. I was 6 at the time (oops, just revealed my age!). I remember that my Dad started out with 70 lbs. and my mother (5'2" and 115 lbs) with 60. Backpacks did not have hip belts in those days; they used tump lines. I was allowed to carry 5 lbs. The tent, considered ultralight in those days, was waxed Egyptian cotton, about 11 lbs. for three persons. I don't know how much the sleeping bags weighed, but they were down with slightly waxed cotton shells. We didn't use pads and didn't know enough to fluff up the sleeping bags, which is probably why we were COLD the first night! Of course nearly all the gear was left over from before the war started--it wouldn't have been available otherwise. Clothing, of course, was cotton and wool because synthetic fabrics (except rayon) hadn't come into general use, and anything that was developed was obviously reserved for the military. Wearing cotton meant that if you got wet, you had to stand by the fire rotating as though on a spit to get dry before going to bed.
One memory is that I had to make a collection of something for school. I started out with rocks, but my parents very quickly changed it to moss!
It was a rather adventurous trip, not the least because my parents were green as grass as was, obviously, I. Somehow we survived it all with an abiding love for the outdoors! I learned how to do chores such as getting firewood and water, which were part of my permanent outdoor chores until I grew up and left home.