My great, great Grandfather had our camp on Bear Island built in 1923.
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Originally Posted by Rattlesnake Guy
I heard a nice story recently from my Dad who has very few memories left to share. My very French grandmother was a wonderful cook. She spent a great deal of her time in the kitchen cooking for her family and anyone else wiling to enjoy her great food. I still remember the apple pie.
He said that my grandmother would pack a suitcase this time of year and head up to the lake. Many of my father's cousins had camps around the lake. My grandmother would spend a week here and two weeks over there doing what she loved most. Cooking for a big appreciative family. My father relates that she would do this all summer and come home in the fall. This would have been in the 40s and 50s.
My grandmother was also known for her braided rugs. If you put a pile of scrap cloth next to her, she would create beautiful rugs in record time. I like to imagine that a few of her rugs might be still in a camp or two around the lake.
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