Lake Wallenpaupack Memories was originally published in July 2007 on Localism.com and is reprinted here by the author.
Lake Wallenpaupack Memories
One evening in July, I took a break from real estate: my family & I went to visit our friends who have a lake front cabin on Lake Wallenpaupack, in Sunny Point. We used to do this every July when they come up from Lancaster to spend time at “The Cabin.” Often, this is the only time we see them. We used to be able to see the fireworks from their dock, but not anymore. That was sad, but now we get to celebrate The Fourth twice; once with the fireworks, and one on another night at The Cabin.
I have a 15 year (or so) history of memories at this cabin. Glenn, my husband, took me there with him a few times before we were married to visit his friends, who are now my beloved friends.
I remember “Grandad” Havard Cornog, one of my favorite people, a perfect gentleman, and the original owner of this cabin. He told me that if I wanted to get Glenn to marry me, I had to be demure, drop my hankie and act all shy when he picks it up. He gave me wonderful advice. Mr. Cornog has gone to heaven now, but the memories of sitting on the patio with him and the family, the smell of wood smoke from the fireplace, the sound of the waves…priceless.
As the years passed, our July outings grew to mean more and more to me, and to our children. The memories are priceless. Ooops, we forgot our swim suits…no matter, kids, go ahead, just jump in off the dock. Your clothes will get dry, we have towels in the car, the night is warm and humid.
Into the lake they went, splashing, yelling, hollering, with Paula playing the pied piper and taking them in the rowboat and telling spooky “monster upsetting the boat” stories….Cindi and I talking about home schooling and websites and other fun stuff…
Mmm, s’mores, popcorn, ice cream…cold lemonade. A very smoky fire, with a delightful smell.
Fireworks? Yes! Tanks, and strobes, and volcanos, sparking and brightening up the darkened street…delighted children dancing in the street with silly grown -ups. The sound of the lake water splashing in the background. Fireflies, crickets…dang mosquitoes, you won’t ruin tonight!
A little modest cabin, knotty pine interior, tiny kitchen, screened porch…and priceless memories.