My sister Patty and I sunbathing in Onaway, MI. Our grandparents had a trailer house on a wooded lot. There was a flowing well that had the coldest, best tasting water ever. We used to go spend time in the summer, walking to Black Lake, stopping by "Wickerts" little store to buy the special candy that we only had in the summer. Gram would cook breakfast over an old woodstove she had in the yard. Fried potatoes, bacon, eggs and camp toast...sigh...Very good memories of a happy childhood. |
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