I may have once posted this photo taken at The Hemlocks on Lake Memphremagog in 1953, but it is so good, it is worth repeating.
Left to right: Aunt Peggy, Aunt Barby, Betsy the irish setter mix, Donny behind tending to three month old me in the wicker basket between the trees, my grandmother Ruth, and my mother, Martha. Mom was thirty seven. Brother Don was twelve. Where were Ruthie and John? No one seemed too concerned.
What were the two generations of women laughing about? My mother, is of course, wiping her eyes. A good laugh always brought tears to her eyes. Eliza and I have inherited this....trait.
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What a wonderful posting for to reminisce about hot lake days on the dock in mid-August. Rare visit from Aunt Barby, someone had driven Granny over for the day from her spot opposite Whetstone Island....all fun. And then, thru the woods....hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. And the afternoon would change direction!
Exactly.
It was amazing to be back there last week, and through the woods came Tom and Ann and Tiger and various others as well (but they didn't say "Hiiiiiiiiii!" with the up and down lilt of a Lamb.
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