Before we visited the bars in town and chit-chatted with Barb we searched for my grandparents’ cabin. Had this been five years ago I suspect we may not have found it so easily, but this time I was prepared with technology in the form of Google Maps on my phone. I knew the house was off Ten Mile Lake Drive and had pretty much figured out where it was by looking at the satellite view on Google Maps. I remembered that you drove to the end of Ten Mile Lake Drive, then veered off to the right onto a gravel road and went down a hill. Grandpa always honked his horn as he drove down and up the hill to warn other cars he was coming.
Google Maps led us to Ten Mile Lake Drive and we found the turn-off which looked exactly like I remembered it. We drove down the hill and there, at the end of the drive, was the cabin. It looked so much like it did when I used to visit my grandparents I nearly expected Grandma to walk out around the house to greet us. Even the outhouse was still standing.
I was delighted to see that the house had not been torn down or fallen into disrepair. The opposite, in fact. It looked very well taken care of and I could see a number of improvements. The large picture window on the front of the house was replaced with newer windows — in fact it looked like all the windows were replaced. It may also have been enlarged slightly in the front — the old roof line is no longer visible. The only disappointment was that the woods behind the cabin is gone and is now part of a subdivision.
The lake looked much like it did when I used to visit as a teenager — although I suspect the docks have been rebuilt. I’d forgotten that there was a cabin so near Grandma’s cabin, but remembered going inside it and being surprised that they had a large water pump (the old fashioned kind with a handle) at the kitchen sink instead of a faucet.
No one was at the cabin when we stopped by — I was both glad and disappointed. Glad because I would have been shy about trespassing but disappointed that I was not able to meet the people who now owned the cabin. I left knowing that the cabin I loved as a child continued to be loved by the new family.
I’ve since been in touch with the new owners and showed them photos from the time my grandparents owned it. I feel as if something has come full circle for some reason. I went from not knowing if the cabin would even still be standing to having communicated with the new owner who obviously loves it.
If you are interested, you can view photos of the cabin in the 1960’s and photos of the cabin & Chetek now.
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I love looking at your photos, CW! This post makes me nostalgic for … what, I’m not sure. But nostalgic. Thanks!
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Thanks — I know the feeling.
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Ooh, I loved the photos. It all looks so quintessentially American – everything we see on movies about summer at a lake.
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Yeah, I guess I had a quintessential American childhood. I love the one of my Uncle Bud on the dock in his white t-shirt. It was 1964 America and he was dressed like many men his age.
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Interesting that the cabin didn’t seem smaller now than you remembered it.
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Funny, but it didn’t. Perhaps if I ever get to see the inside, I’ll feel differently.
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I love looking at pictures that were a part of people’s pasts. I’d be afraid to visit places like that from my childhood though, since I think it would make me too aware of how much time has gone by and how fast the rest will go.
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Dona, I just loved looking at the pictures from our childhood. They brought fond memories back seeing Grandma and Grandpa, Uncle Bud, Uncle Al, Aunt Pat, you and Kevin, the lake, the dock the bars… Love the remodel of the outhouse, they did a great job. And the picture of the newly finished bathroom brought back a not so fond memory of a tick. Reading your blog about Chetek was awesome.
Just by happenstance I came across your blog because I have the same question about Albert Green, You have far more information than I have found but I only recently started doing any deep research on the family.
I couldn’t help you out by making any comments on the photos,(it wouldn’t let me) but some of the people that you didn’t know were my Grandma, my Aunt and my Uncle from your Aunt Jean’s side.
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Wonderful photos of greens point thank you. In October of 2012 we purchased a cabin just down the road directly behind Floods island.
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Thanks for visiting Clutch Cargo Lips, Chad. I have such fond memories of Chetek. Hope you are enjoying your cottage!
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