|The "New" Robert Street Bridge|
|Picnic with the Schmahls|
|The favorite card table|
When we were a bit older Dad would take a week vacation and we would go up north and live in a cabin at Cass Lake. I never really knew how or why they chose that lake since the car license plates said there were 10,000 lakes to choose from. I can remember that the trip up there took a long time and sometimes we would have to stop because Kayleen got sick of the car and Mom said we had better pull over. When we got to a place called Brainerd we were getting close and soon could start looking for the other B town called Bemidji where there was a big Paul Bunyan and his Blue Ox. We often had to stop there and have our picture taken. Not too long then and you came to a dirt road and the sandy driveway that led to the cabins. I think Hultgren was the name on the wood sign.
A few summers the West-Side people also rented cabins at the same resort. One or two afternoons we drove over to the park at Norway Beach where the sand was cleaner and there was a life-guard on duty to watch that the kids didn’t drown. He sat up on a tall white wood tower. He was very tan and always smiled, especially at the girls.
After supper the mothers and fathers would play cards and drink beer out of the bottle. My real uncles and aunts at my other Grandma’s house also drank beer out of the bottle. I thought it must be what adults did on vacation or when you sat out under willow trees.
Back at the cabin at night we would have camp fires and roast marsh-mellows for a sandwich on a graham cracker. But you could also just let the marsh-mellow burn to black and then eat the goo off the stick. Dad cut the sticks off of a tree with his pocket knife. Sometimes Mom would say it was not like a real vacation because you still had to make the beds and cook. But I think she liked it and sometimes would tie her hair up in a handkerchief, which she never did at home.