The Resort

Uncle's Resort , Minnesota 1947 Another view, also taken in 1947
Every other summer we would make a trip from SoCal to Minnesota and visit relatives. Staying at our uncle’s resort was the highlight of these trips because we could roam and explore pretty much unsupervised. We city kids learned about wood ticks, leeches, mosquitoes and lightning bugs. We had our own cabin which was furnished but ate all our meals with the relatives.

On warm days, our uncle would allow us to select a drink from the chest-type cooler full of ice and sodas in the bait house. We never had sodas at home and enjoyed being able to choose a bottled root-beer, Coca-Cola, Nehi orange or grape, and pull it out of the ice-cold water and open it with the bottle opener on the side of the cooler.

As we got older and the fishing boats our cousins and friends had gave way to speed boats, my sister and I were reined in a little more – don’t go out with the boys in fast boats.