"Writing is easy. All you do is stare at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead." –Gene Fowler, American journalist, author and dramatist, 1890-1960
Wonderful summers at Toad Lake in the 1950s.
From left: Maude, Helen, Veronica and Verne. |
My dad gave me another
germ Monday night at dinner. No, not from his cough. He offered up a “find” of
his own, proudly noting that he didn’t even have to run to stumble upon this
little treasure trove. You see, Dad’s an old photography buff. He’s got loads
of photos and slides stored in envelopes and boxes. And a couple years ago he
was in need of another box for some slides. Well, with the transition to
digital photography, such archaic equipment is hard to come by. So Dad asked a
friend to be on the lookout for one in his frequent trips to area auctions.
Verne by the
shore of Toad Lake.
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Long story short,
this acquaintance returned one day with said box. And it was full of slides
from the previous owner’s summer vacations to one or more resorts in the
vicinity of Toad Lake, Minnesota, in the late 1950s. (I chose that link for info about Toad Lake because it was from a site called ePodunk - hilarious.) Now, I think all Dad was
looking for was a mention of this collection of vacation slides, which
resembled those taken by his father, my granddad, on vacations during the same
era: family among scenery, the cabins where they stayed, the dinner table, the
women preparing dinner, etc.
Well, this could
easily become a grand research project into the life of an unknown family. But
honestly, fear of research is probably the single greatest reason I didn’t go
on to graduate school. Grad school means research. No thanks. I appreciate
research and its revelations. I wonder respectfully at the people who do it and
I think they’re amazingly dedicated folks. But I hate to do it.
So now I have this
expectation to live up to. Dad’s given me this idea and I’m sure he expects
great things. Maybe that’s the son talking. Maybe our parents don’t always
expect too much from us. We just think they expect more than they really do.
They may hope for us and they may expect us to reach certain heights. But I
think we set the bar ourselves, based on where we think they want it.
Betty, left, and
Maude dish up dinner. Looks like mashed potatoes and barbecue chicken. |
Well, I’m throwing
out the bar and just seeing what happens. I make no guarantees and have no idea
what I’m gonna do with this. Dad already did some basic research based on names
of resorts and places he saw on signs in some of the slides. We have:
* Tchibegumigo – House of the Dead
(ref. Dead Lake Township)
* Sweet
Tooth Bar
*
Duggers
Resort
* Rogers
Resort
* Ostrem
Resort
* Toad
Lake, Minnesota
Must be nice to be
retired. Guess that’s when I’ll head back to grad school.
Today's Stats (Sunday, Feb. 24)
Temp: 37 degrees F
Distance: 5 miles
Weekly Total: 11.9 miles
Treasure: Nada
iPod Playlist (Shuffle):
Hear You Me – Jimmy Eat
World
Never Surrender –
Corey Hart
St. Elmo’s Fire (Man
in Motion) – John Parr
Sometimes a Fantasy –
Billy Joel
Downbound Train –
Bruce Springsteen
Every 1’s a Winner –
Hot Chocolate
Sweet Love –
Commodores
State of Shock –
Jacksons (with Mick Jagger)
Mama Can’t Buy Me
Love – Elton John
Disease – Matchbox Twenty
Burning Down the
House – Talking Heads
Missing You – John Waite
New Way to Fly –
Garth Brooks
I think that's Betty in a boat. Silly, you have to push off. |
Today's Stats (Wednesday, Feb. 20)
Temp: 17 degrees F outside
Distance: 3.5 miles
Weekly Total: 6.9 miles
Treasure: Nada
iPod Playlist (Shuffle):
Looking For The Next Best
Thing – Warren Zevon
An Innocent Man –
Billy Joel
Broken (New Version)
- Lifehouse
Never Gonna Give YouUp – Rick Astley (Linked because everybody loves this one!)
Ya Ya – Lee Dorsey
Be Still - Storyside: B
She Came In Through The
Bathroom Window (Anthology 3) – The Beatles
Everybody’s Free (To
Wear Sunscreen) – Quindon Tarver
More Than This – Roxy
Music
A good place to start "research" of the photographed family would be the people who held the garage sale where the photos were purchased. And why are they selling family memories for pennies?? Heartless souls!
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