Rush Lake!

I wonder!
If I were to journey out to Rush Lake this weekend, would I hear? Could I hear the echoes of long-ago voices?
Would I hear them?
Might I catch the echo of Lou calling for Marge to bring him a beer?
Could I catch the faint sound of Pauline giving some sage words of wisdom?
Or Joe and Joe's Mary?
Or Agnes calling for Bill to bring the camera over here?
Or the laughter of Betty and Catherine?
Could I possibly catch even dimly the sounds of Ziggy and Helen?
They should all be there.
They would all be there - they and so many more, their children.
This is Labor Day Weekend.
And in years long gone now that would mean Rush Lake.
Back in the 1950's mom and dad bought a cottage way out in what was really the country back then. It was a simple place at the time, on a double lot, right on the lake - Rush Lake. The property faced west which meant sunsets over the lake.
We journeyed out there many a weekend in season to enjoy the time away, on the water, on the boat (with oars no less!) Rush Lake was our get-away place.
And every year on Labor Day weekend it became the gathering place for pretty much the whole family. And what a family we had!
Mom and Dad were married on Labor Day weekend. Mom also claimed her birthday to be "Labor Day," which, of course made it a moveable feast from year to year. No matter. Labor Day Weekend became a family time of celebration.
And everybody descended on Rush Lake!
True to form there would be plenty of food, a drink or two (or three or more), card playing, games, songs, swimming and fishing. There were not enough beds or bedrooms but that did not matter. Chairs, couches, sleeping bags, the lawn, all worked just fine even if, as they aged, their mornings brought some stiffness.
What memories were crafted in those days long gone!
I treasure them still and come Labor Day, they all come rushing back.
Can you hear their sounds?
"Get your own beer!"
"Bill, get over here with that camera!"
"Afte Nashe Studye Nechke"
Time has passed.
Labor Days have become memories now.
Rush Lake has gentrified and is "fashionable."
And the old gang is - well, I do suspect they are all together once again, still celebrating but now with a celebration that has no end.
And we are left with our memories.
And we listen for the sounds, the echoes of days gone by.

(Enjoy one of their old songs. Click here!)



Click "Follow" to receive notice of new postings or check the Email box and provide your email for notifications of new postings.
And your comments are always welcome!