In case you’re wondering – it’s the scout camp on Green Bay – and if you peer through the mist of Lake Cecebe you can see a white boathouse across the bay…that was the Eastland cottage. If I seem a bit obsessed with this place it is because some of my greatest childhood memories were here….and well, memories are a wonderful thing!
At the top of the post, you’ll see a photo of my Nanny Eastland with her daughters – all five of them. The cottage is where they all went on vacation and I was there – all summer with them and their families. My uncle Jim and I use to take the boat across the bay and catch garter snakes at the scout camp as it seemed deserted most of the summer. Lots of memories here… and yes even as I type this I’m smiling!
So what summer memories do you have?
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?
It was a rather nice day, a bit too cool for walking with a biting wind out of the north, but in the car with the sun shining it was very pleasant. Southern Ontario residents suffer through winter, not due to terrible winter conditions – for the most part we are better off than most Canadians – but rather we get months of dull, grey, overcast sky. So when the sun comes out and we get a big blue sky, it is an occasion to be outside – at least for a drive on a day like this.
We had decided to take a drive east of the city where there are some lovely little hamlets with a quaint feeling of days gone by. In fact, sometimes you see evidence of practices of the past. Like this cemetery on the edge of Newtonville. I went up this road because there was a small city-like subdivision just off the main highway (if a two-lane road can be called a highway). Here’s the water supply for flowers being left at a grave marker – or getting a drink I suppose, though not in winter.
The image of the water well pump takes me back to my grandmother’s cottage on Green Bay – part of Lake Cecebe. And while I haven’t been to that cottage in decades, and the use of the water pump goes back to my childhood, I never see one of these that I don’t think about running out the sided door of the cottage to get a bucket of water for my Nanny. Hard to believe in a world of iPhones, satellites, 3-D imaging and the video chats that this technology was popular not so long ago.
As we drove by I spied this in the cemetery and backed up the car so I could grab a photo.