I recall one evening we all went into town because the older kids were dying to see the new Elvis Presley movie Love MeTender. They shrieked periodically throughout the tedious movie, their reactions providing more entertainment than what was on the screen - at least in those days they had a cartoon first.
As I stare at this hazy old photo of me with a twig and cousin Harry in the rowboat – we both look so little, yet we were allowed to wander our end of the lake, taught early to be careful of various dangers, looked after by lenient grandmas who gave us far more latitude than our parents. My Grandmother was about the same age I am now when she and I went up to the lake. I can understand her eagerness to visit her sister and have time to chat and just be together, remembering their past while enjoying the present with a new young generation.