Hi Car Guy and And Captn Bob-
I remember as a kid in the forties and fifties taking the chair lift to the top of Mt. Rowe ($.25 a ride) to pick blueberries with my mother. She picked and I ate. But she was good and got a pail full. That's a lot of picking. She would bake pies, which to this day were the best I've ever had.
But, my fondest memory is the sunny mornings sitting on the bench seats that surrounded the oilcloth covered table, just inside the front of our camp on Long Beach, with the two large front windows pulled open, to reveal an uncluttered view of the lake and the Osipees (sp?) on the far side while my mother served us incredible blueberry pancakes for breakfast.
Best regards,
Dick B.