Here’s the small rural concession road that runs past what was Morrison’s – a small general store and marina – the building by the water with the green roof was where my Nanny (grandmother) use to park her ’55 Cadillac before we walked down to the dock, got the boat loaded up and headed to Green Bay and the cottage. I always looked forward to Morrison’s and what was really great was looking at the fishing gear, pocket knives and the chocolate bars! I remember buying a fairly long straight knife that came in a really “cool” leather sheaf that I could put on my belt. I still have it.
These photos will mean little to you perhaps, but to me they represent some very happy days. What is a happy memory for you?
Hybrid Thoughts 