I loved this article. As a child growing up we would stay at the Bass Lake Cottages while my parents Ed and Dolores Shalda built our summer home on 669. They used the trees on the land to build. We use to visit Aunt Louise and play in the barn. I use to have to get up early to collect eggs for breakfast. I learned to milk a cow from Uncle Louie. I loved that barn and use to dream I was going to live there. We use to have a rope to swing on in the barn.We had so much fun. Dinner at Aunt Louise was wonderful but I could not drink that warm milk. Yuck. Such wonderful, wonderful memory. And the petoskey stones. We would sell them to the tourist because they could never find them. We had probably collected them all. We would walk to Aunt Polly’s and Uncle George’s store to buy bread or milk. Always ended up with a piece of candy. Memories, memories.
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