my earliest memories
are the ones from two summer vacations at Camp Iroquois when i was two and three years old in 1958/1959 (ok, so now everyone knows how old i am)... we had two old Army surplus tents, heavy canvas, right down on the beach... i remember my father out in the pouring rain digging trenches around the outside and my older siblings yelling at me not to touch the roof of the tent or the rain would seep in (the second summer we rented a ‘pop up’ trailer)... my mother cooking on the green Coleman gas stove (Misty Blue still has one just like it)… the Cushman Bakery truck deliveries, Week's Dairy truck, and the 'smell' of the communal toilets... and or course Mary Smith who ran the place... what a great way it was to get bonded with the lake and have been back every summer since!
Cheers! PIG
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