Photo by Bob Kraemer
Saturday, December 15, 2007
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About all this
This is a series of occasional notes about life at Queen Lake.
My father, Huck, bought our camp property in 1936 and built the current camp after World War II. My first recollections of the camp have me sitting in a bucket of water on the floor of the sauna; I was probably two or three.
Huck passed away in January 2007. In the words of the old hymn, we shall meet, but we shall miss him.
My wife, Sandra and I, share the camp with our sons, Mike and Adam, and their families. We're on to the fourth generation and excitement builds.
2 comments:
That is beautiful. I like the way the reflection was caught in the water. It looks like the sky has a little pink in it, too. Very nice.
My grandfather, "Huck" as his friends would call him, brought me sailing many times past Burling's(sp?) house. On more than one occasion, he would pull the boat up to Elden's shore and we would have a visit. Varri really knew how to pull up close to the house without hitting any rocks; and could stop the boat wherever he wanted. I guess it was a metaphor for his life: he could come and go with ease.
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