Looking for something else, I found this.

I remember this event but I don’t really know what they were doing. It’s my little brother and three of the four Sherman boys. They also had an older sister and their youngest brother was probably not quite old enough to join in these kinds of shenanigans. At that time he wanted to grow up to be a mother and wear a rapern (apron) like his mom and my mom. Given the sense of humor of the Sherman boy in the middle of the three, they could well have been building skirts. He is my age and I reconnected with him a few years ago and he is still as funny as ever 🧡

The Shermans with their five kids came out to visit us for a couple weeks every summer for a few years. They would park in our “camper” space with their VW bus and popup trailer tent. The Sherman dad (who took this photo) and his brother were my dad’s buddies growing up in Sault Ste. Siberia. They migrated away from town as adults but all stayed friends forever. I’m not sure if the Sherman dad is still alive or not. He would be over 100 if he is.

We had so much fun running around on the beach and swimming and having community dinners with the folks at the Old Cabin. I think my Granddaddy was still around at least in the earlier years to bring big jugs of A&W root beer and corn from local farmers he knew. It wasn’t all that much fun to share an outhouse with all those people especially since my parents didn’t seem to think it needed a DOOR! I remember running out there one morning only to find that it was occupied by the Sherman dad. I beat a hasty retreat! Almost scarier than the werewolves and vampires that used to hang out there at night.

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