|Little Debi with Grandpa Oberley|
|My Great Grandma Dickinson with me and I assume brother Ed. (nice face there Debi) I must have been 3|
|Rose and Debi on a tube in Lake May|
|Grandma and Grandpa Oberley's house. My mom and most of her siblings were born there|
|Rose, foster child, Penny, me, Russ Ed and Alice, also a foster child.|
|Mike on the left and Ed with the BIG one that he caught in a row boat- and cousin Mike almost missed it with the net. Oops!|
When I got a little older I spent a lot of time with Grandma, baking and cooking. There are some stories to this, too, but I don't think everyone needs to know about rolling the molasses cookies in salt instead of sugar. Grandma was a very sweet little lady, and very frugal- she'd tell us if we didn't finish up some little left over from supper, that we would have to have it the next morning in a bowl with milk and sugar on it. I have her old cookbook and I treasure the memories that I have when I look at it.
Some years we would be there alone and some times some of the other cousins would be there as well. It was always the best when the Seversons would be there- the family of my mom's oldest sister. I loved hanging out with my cousin Connie and the rest of them were just fun to have around. The other cousins sometimes showed up as well, which was not always as welcome. We hated sharing Grandma and Grandpa and the lake and most importantly the bedrooms in the basement. One of the most vivid memories I have is that basement. Mom and Dad slept upstairs in the other bedroom up there, and we were in the basement. There was a big room that had two double beds in it and a smaller room that had one. There was also a dark back room that sometimes had a bed in it, plus a little functional bathroom with a pull string where we would change to get into our swimsuits. When other people showed up, we had to then sleep in other places. Like cars and campers and I think once in a tent when there was a ton of us there.
|Even though this is in Florida, here is my aunt and uncle- the Seversons, Grandma Oberley and mom and dad|
As time went on, we quit going as a family. We grew up, we went to college or started jobs. One of the last times I went, my sister and youngest brother and I went "nature camping" as in Rose did not want to take any food along, and just catch fish. Mom and Grandma made us take potatoes and a few candy bars. Rose was resentful! Lol We had the potatoes that night, but the candy was off limits until we got home. Anyway, we canoed through Lake May and Long Lake to get to 3rd, 4th and 5th lakes- maybe there was a 6th, I really don't remember now. And we camped on an island off of one of them. It was sort of a creepy night, lots of noises in the night. I got the hints of my claustrophobia when I couldn't BEAR to have my feet caught in that sleeping bag- you know one of those mummy kinds? It didn't zip down all the way and so I ended up trying to sleep with the thing on top of me, with my sides getting cold. That was quite a night. While we felt totally alone, it was a bit annoying when my mom and Grandma and Grandpa drove around the lakes and found us. We were on the island, so they couldn't actually get to us, but they found out where we were in case we needed to be rescued apparently.
|My brothers and I sitting on the road looking down at the creek that went through Grandma's yard|
|An old picture of the lake, looking at Grandpa's boat from the hill where the garden and the raspberries were|
Thanks so much to my brother for giving me the gift of reliving some of the best times of my childhood. Muah!