Book Group Discussion Guide for “Memory Lake: The Forever Friendships of Summer”

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The following questions are designed to stimulate a book group discussion after reading “Memory Lake: The Forever Friendships of Summer.”

Now you’ve read it…. what did you think?

The working title of Memory Lake was originally Sacrifices of Joy.  The author’s publisher changed the title because in their professional view, “Sacrifices are for witches and Joy is for cooking and sex.”  What does a ‘sacrifice of joy’ mean to you? Can you identify it as a recurring theme in the novel, and as a tool for overcoming grief and hardship?

Identify pivotal times in your life in which you forced yourself to express joy when you least felt like it.  Did this attitude help you to persevere and achieve an accomplishment of which you are particularly proud?

Did you attend summer camp?  Discuss your own summer camp experience, if you had one.

If you were homesick, did you attend camp too young?  Was the camp you attended flawed in some way?

The author and her cousins at Lake St. Helen in 1965.

If you had a favorable camp experience, in what ways was your camp similar or dissimilar to the author’s?  As a camper did you see improvement in any of these areas:

• An expanded imagination
• Character development
• Sacred dimensions
• Independence and self-esteem
• Friendships and social skills
• Making a connection to the outdoors
• Leadership training
  

  Team building at the Leelanau Outdoor Center

As an adolescent, were you influenced negatively by peer pressure?  Could you have benefited from a summer camp experience?  Do you think kids today need to escape negative peer pressure more than kids from earlier generations?

The author believes children benefit greatly by unplugging from their electronic devices and establishing a connection to nature even if they are unable to attend summer camp.  What lessons did the characters of Memory Lake learn from their outdoor experiences?  Could these same lessons have been learned indoors?

Unplugging at the Leelanau Outdoor Center

Do you experience a sense of awe and well-being when surrounded by natural beauty? Many believe this sensation can lead to spiritual awareness and an inner confidence.  Is there a place of natural beauty that is important to you, where you feel especially connected to a sacred presence?

Discuss the pivotal role Lake Michigan played in the story and in the main characters’ development.  To what degree do you think the lake influenced the campers’ overall experience?  Were the bonds of friendship more or less important than the setting?   Do you think the characters’ camp experiences would have been the same in a different setting?

Lake Michigan; chilly but beautiful…

Have you ever visited the Sleeping Bear Dunes?  Check out this National Park Service link to learn more about its natural beauty:  https://www.nps.gov/slbe/index.htm

Sleeping Bear Dunes

What defines a ‘forever friend’ to you?  Have you recently reconnected with individuals who were once your closest friends?  Were you able to rekindle the same level of association?

Have the friendships in your life helped or hindered your spiritual growth? Do you think a more spiritual connection to a friend increases the chances of that friendship’s longevity?

Which characters in Memory Lake do you identify with the most, and why?

Tori, Lori, Nancy, Susie, Cindy, Christie, Sarah, author, and Mary

Did Nanny’s personality resonate with you?  Have there been fears and limitations passed on through generations of women in your family?  Have you, or your mother been able to break free?  If so, how was this accomplished?  If you have a daughter, have you tried not to pass on certain traits to her?

Nancy Roman and David were married after publication: on the grounds of the old camp.

Most sleep-away summer camps, whether affiliated with a specific faith or not, imbue sacred elements into the overall camp experience to teach empathy, kindness, cooperation and other positive qualities.  Do you think today’s women and girls need an honor code to live by?  Discuss how the various camper qualities and the earning of beads helped the campers get along without jealousy or arguing.

If you were able to establish a code for women and girls to live by, what would it be?

After reading Memory Lake, are you more inclined to recommend summer camp to your own children or grandchildren?

Dr. Michael Thompson, a leading child and family psychologist and New York Times best-selling author says, “Camp ushers kids into a thrilling world of emotionally significant experiences that are theirs alone – ones they can only get when away from home.  Parents’ first instinct to shelter their offspring above all else – can actually deprive kids of the major developmental milestones and independent learning that occurs through letting them go.”  Would you have agreed with this statement before reading Memory Lake? Are you more inclined to agree with this statement now, after having read Memory Lake?

Experiencing nature at the Leelanau Outdoor Center.

Author’s daughter and granddaughter

The author would like to hear from you!  Please leave a comment pertaining to your book group’s experience in discussing Memory Lake.

The Cottage on Lake St. Helen, Michigan

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I recently found some old slides of Lake St. Helen and the Cottage.  This was Ansoochrome, not Kodachrome, thus the faded quality.  #lakesthelen

 

Long before I loved summer camp, I loved the cottage on Sunset Drive, about halfway between Artesia Beach and the beginning  of Lakeview Drive on Lake St. Helen in central Michigan.  Our cottage was unique from all the other cottages because it had an Artesian well in the front yard.

Good old black and white- Maribeth, Pam, Jill, Susan, and me sitting on the Artesian well.

We frequently caught hell from Papa for falling into the well’s freezing waters.  “That’s our drinking water,” he’d yell and haul us out by the seat of our pants.

My cousins have looked for that cottage but it has been rebuilt and if any family member knew the full address, he or she has either passed away or long since forgotten it.  We’d probably know the lot if we came upon it.  We must have traipsed up and down that hill about a thousand times each summer in the 60’s, gleefully running on the way down and grumbling irritably on the way up.

We caught minuscule sun perch off the dock using night crawlers dug from Papa’s petunia flower bed out back, along the dirt road.  There was no central heat, which meant plenty of mold and mildew grew between seasons but the fireplace at night smoked it out.  There was no basement or crawl space, which meant sometimes bait came through the tiles in the bathroom, which spared the flower bed.

There was a hot water heater that wound up like a screeching banshee each time it kicked on.  A green plaid hammock hung from the trees between our cottage and the next, beside the narrow sidewalk lined in beds of colorfully painted rocks, decorated by the five of us over the years.

Our mothers were sisters and we were their daughters, each a year apart: Pam, Maribeth, Susan, Nancy and Jill.  We could have been sisters.  We played, fought, and loved like sisters.  We shared clothes and mostly bathing suits.  I don’t remember having my own suit until I joined the swim team back home in South Bend, Indiana.  At the cottage, you just went to the hall cupboard, opened its birch door perfectly matched against the birch paneling, and rummaged through the cotton suits.  One size fit all, with ties at the shoulders, shirring down the front and elastic around the legs.

Our moms and Papa.  They wore the bikinis! Thank goodness someone used #Kodachrome.

We lived in those suits by day as we played in the sand, rocked on the hammock, floated on styrofoam rafts, water skied, played croquet, and walked to the Artesia Beach store for Big Mo’ candy bars.  We always walked there by the dirt road and came home by the lake, eating our candy bars and staring at the front yards of the other cottages as we circumvented their docks and mucked through the shores of those who hadn’t cleared out their weeds.

At night, we roasted marshmallows, lit sparklers, skinny dipped, played spoons, ate popcorn and raisinettes, drank sugary Kool-Aid from tall metal cups, and watched “I Love Lucy” on black and white TV.  But mostly we pestered Papa and put on skits and made the adults watch us.  I miss the cottage, and so do my cousins.  It was magical.  If you hear of a cottage on Sunset Drive with an Artesian well, please be sure to let me know.  I looked on Zillow and Google Earth and couldn’t find it.

The cottage around 1962.  More Ansochrome film, though I saturated it after scanning.

Nanny and Papa sharing an anniversary cake.  Oh Ansochrome, why were you made?

When You Can’t Return to Camp

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Missing Camp

To this day, when summer rolls around I miss all the good things about camp.  There were a few bad things, and I purposely chose not to write about them in Memory Lake because for the most part they have fallen by wayside over the years.  You may already know I was not an ideal camper.  I had no friends among the staff or even the counselors.  I kept to my friends, chose easy activities, and never won an award.  It should have been no surprise when I did not get asked to come back as a counselor.  Still, I was completely miserable my 17th summer at home.  All my friends were Up North without me.  We did not communicate after camp had ended, or for many years after.  That took a while.  I missed the cabins, the lake, and my friends, or so I thought.  What I really missed, (and it took me many years to figure this out), was the ease of my faith and the peace it held over me while at camp.  Once I got busy finding my faith away from camp, the pain considerably lessened.   So now, even though camp has ended forever for me, my faith has not.  I find it in all sunsets, not just the ones over Lake Michigan. I hear it in all birdsong, not just the whippoorwill.  I feel it under all crescent moons, not just the ones outside my cabin screen.  And I hold it close all year-long, not just in the summer.  So, to all the young folks out there who are facing a spring that is leading to the pain of your first summer away from camp, I offer this excerpt from Memory Lake…

“This is my last year,” Maggie said.  “My parents don’t know it yet,” she added, in response to our gasps of surprise.  Her family provided active support to the camp.  We assumed she’d return year after year like the rest of them.

“Me too,” my sister agreed.  “I’m done.”

If it had been any other time, Susan’s conviction would have caused me to hyperventilate.  Instead, I accepted it.  “They probably won’t ask me back as a counselor,” I fished, peering askance at Linda, supposing she would know.

“You don’t need to come back,” Linda stated with factual ease.  “There are so many wonderful things you’ve never done, places you’ve never been.  I may not see the lake again for many, many years.”

We held a respectful silence, facing the surf and the horizon.  I wondered if the same would hold true for me.  “Most people have a place where they feel the Lord dwells,” Linda continued.  “This will always be mine.  And, I will carry it here.”  She pressed a hand against her chest.  “Decide what you want out of life, speak the words, and then let it happen.  Creation happens by letting,” Linda said.

“That’s right,” Maggie agreed.  “Let there be light’.”

“Oh, yeah,” I whispered.  By ‘letting’ myself be different, I had found the strength to break away from my friends.  At the beginning of every summer I had plopped down on my cot and sensed camp’s fleeting existence in my life.  Now I recognized its lasting presence.  These time-outs from the distractions of home had helped me formulate who I wanted to be.  Though still fuzzy and out of focus, the view had just grown clearer, and my faith in having the right tools, for me, had just grown stronger.  I only needed to enter the world and learn to use them in a productive manner.  Let my friends return as counselors, but I would move on.”

Welcome to adulthood! 😉

What are you doing to challenge yourself?

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Remember when you didn’t need a purse or wallet, when you ran everywhere, laughed at everything, and only worried about making it to dinner on time?  Remember when taking on a dare gave you courage and you spent more time on friendships because you had more time?

Some challenges are physical…

When songs and stories take us back in time with an eye toward recalling important lessons, I believe we can find the wisdom and confidence we need to face the fears of growing up, taking risks, and growing old.

Some challenges are more personal…. like getting her email address.

In preparation for a radio interview I gave last month, I was asked to list some of the lessons in Memory Lake.  Of course, I’d prefer readers discover them on their own because they are woven into the novel, but that would not make ‘good radio’.  So, to meet that challenge, I compiled the six main lessons of Memory Lake:

1)      We are only as good as the company we keep.

2)      A forever friend is a friend made, and kept, without pretense.

3)      Jealousy springs from a limited sense of blessings and a belief there is not enough good to go around.

4)      We all have been blessed with hidden talents and our task in life is to find them.

5)      Growth happens when we challenge ourselves.  If we only put ourselves in safe situations, we do not grow.

6)      It is important to continually challenge ourselves and to find something of value from every mistake.

Number 6 is the reason I get up in the morning and do what I do.   So, what are you doing today to challenge yourself?

 

Why Summer Camp is Important…

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It is time to enroll your kids, or grand kids, in summer camp!  Give them a summer free from electronics and immerse them in nature. Do you know someone whose kids could benefit?  Share this link;  http://find.acacamps.org/

I wrote Memory Lake for camp lovers, and for those who had never attended camp, so they would understand why so many of us grow wistful and blurry-eyed at the mere mention of the word ‘camp’.  I wanted to immerse readers in the camp experience, so they would feel as if they had attended, and so they would understand why they should send their kids to camp.  I also wanted to give back to the camp culture, to ensure it remains alive in the United States, because I believe it is important for our kids to experience nature.  (Link to Memory Lake in e-book: Click Here)

The Majesty of Nature…

Why is it important for our kids to form a connection to nature?  Because nature connects us to our humanity.   As humans, we are spiritual beings, whether we acknowledge it or not.   The essence of what makes us human, our self-awareness, and our ability to choose, these are spiritual gifts.  Some people float along without purpose, never fully knowing what they are capable of through these gifts.   Being in nature allows our spiritual identity to emerge.  It doesn’t take much to be in awe, in nature, a sunset, a thunderstorm.  And when we are still, and in awe, we discover our inner self, we have that epiphany, that revelation, and from that, we derive a purpose.

Sleep-over summer camp is a very effective alternative environment that jump-starts maturity levels and helps kids to find, and be, their true selves by helping them find their inner strengths.  It also helps them find friends who will celebrate their strengths and help them overcome their weaknesses.

A Past President of Harvard, Charles Eliot, said over a hundred years ago, “The organized summer camp is the most important step in education that America has given the world.”

A contemplative view…

Discovery and adventure allow growth…

I used to attend camp on Lake Michigan, near Sleeping Bear Dunes, for seven weeks at a time over five summers in the Nineteen-Seventies, as a teenager.  Memory Lake is that trans formative journey and it shows how sleepover summer camp, and nature, can change even the most troublesome teenager into a confident, grateful, and inspired adult.  This is not the National Lampoon version of summer camp, where boys and girls just want to sneak out, or mean girls play mean pranks , or everyone just wants to win some crazy competition.  This is summer camp as it was intended to be; education over the summer that immerses kids in nature and gives them real challenges with a system in place to develop integrity and courage, and a spiritual connection. 

All high school kids are ready for sleepover camp.  If children younger than high school are home-bodies, try day camp.  If they always want to hang out at a friend’s house, send them to sleepover camp as young as twelve.  You will never regret it and your kids will thank you, thank you, thank you.  Search for a camp near you;  http://find.acacamps.org/ 

I’m already saving up so KT, (my daughter) can send Lilly (my granddaughter) some day!

KT, camp alumni, and Lilly, future camper!

 

 

Leelanau Outdoor Center (LOC) Unlocks Potential

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My final post for 2013 is from Jen Murphy, MEd, Development Director of the Leelanau Outdoor Center (LOC) in Maple City, Michigan.

https://www.tatepublishing.com/bookstore/book.php?w=978-1-62746-240-2

Jen says it best in her own words:  

“Three years ago, I was living in a warm climate working with at-risk youth and their families and felt that I wasn’t making much of a difference. Too much red tape. Too much to change.  And not enough support. I needed a different direction. I headed north.  

What I didn’t know when I left a home and career behind for this new adventure, was where I would end up. I started writing grants for the Leelanau Outdoor Center (LOC), a non-profit outdoor education center that serves over 2500 students each year and focuses on both character education and stewardship of the outdoors.

What’s amazing is that outdoor education is one of those things that often gets a “back seat” to everything else going on in the classroom. Schools today are expected to do a lot: improve student test scores, increase graduation rates, individualize instruction and provide character education at the same time. Due to the demands placed on teachers and administrators to meet student performance standards, character education takes a back seat. This missing component often leads to classrooms with students who resort to fighting with peers and arguing with teachers because they don’t know how to get along with others and solve interpersonal problems effectively. Just like the kids I had worked with for years.

Programs at the Leelanau Outdoor Center (LOC) are designed to fill in this missing piece. A typical program includes full accommodations and meals for 3-4 days. Students are immersed in a safe and open atmosphere that is removed from the pressures of school and home life, so they are free to focus on the lessons of leadership, communication, and self-confidence.  LOC also includes a variety of fun seasonal activities, such as hiking in the Sleeping Bear Dunes, aquatic studies, animal tracking, snowshoeing, cross-country skiing, canoeing, team building exercises, and navigating a high ropes course.  What student wouldn’t benefit from that! In fact, nine out of ten students attending LOC attributes their time here for growth in confidence, leadership, and their ability to communicate with others.

Let me give you an example of what I have the opportunity to see every day. A recent group of middle school students participated in an exercise that helps students to identify root causes of bullying. Once the exercise was completed, the staff leader asked the group what their school would be like if they brought skills home. After a few silent moments, a voice from the back of the room piped up, “It would be like a family!” And in that moment, I realized that I was finally working somewhere that made a real difference.”

Leelanau Outdoor Center in action:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ViJcpG5sAWU

Camp Memories and a Camp Reunion

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My Gear; sleeping bag, down coat, and water bottle.

I haven’t slept in a cabin in almost four decades since my last year at camp.  The prospect of doing so in late September in Northern Michigan did not appeal to me. But that’s how this camp reunion was shaping up and I had already booked my non-refundable flight.  I felt confident of a good time, even if none of my camp friends had signed up, because I traveled with ‘Lathe’.   We call her ‘Lathe’ because otherwise she’d be another Susan.  She coordinated our flights from Northern Virginia and made sure I shared her cabin.

Lathe is a board member, (one of those mysterious ladies behind the scenes), and we had attended camp together all those years ago.  Lathe looked up to me, perhaps, (probably not), because I had been a Counselor in Training when she’d been a camper.  Since she decided to sleep in an unheated cabin, and I look up to her now, I decided I should sleep in one too.  And, I wanted to prove to my husband that I could rough it, (never mind the actual bed and cabin), and I wanted to prove to myself that I really had learned all those great life-changing lessons in Memory Lake.

Lake Michigan; chilly but beautiful…

I bought a sub-zero sleeping bag from REI and a high-tech down coat and packed flannels and wool socks.  The first night, Lake Michigan raged below the cliff and a cold wind whipped through gaps along the shuttered screens. My nose dripped through the tiny gap of my zipper’s opening. I tried to fall asleep but mostly I held stiff and rigid on the plastic mattress covered in a towel.  I imagined snow drifted against the back of the cabin.

“Do I have to go to the bathroom?” I wondered, taking a body check in the dark. “No, I can wait.”  Time passed slowly and painfully. “No, I can’t wait,” I decided.  I unzipped the sleeping bag from toes to shoulders. Its high-pitched rip roared like an alarm clock.  No one stirred from the rows of bunks, but I imagined having awakened them all.  I donned my down jacket, which I had been using as a pillow, slipped into my Keens, and tried to tip-toe down the aisle toward the door in complete darkness.  I unlatched the metal hook, (more unbearable noise,) and braced for an arctic blast.  A balmy breeze hit me.  As I darted for the bug light outside the bath house, I wondered, greatly annoyed, why it seemed so darn cold in the cabin!  I repeated this same noisy routine two more times before dawn.

Posing like campers from the Fifties in one of the camp’s old photos…

Far too early, someone hit the cabin light.  “Dips,” a voice whispered.  My bed had finally become warm, cozy, and comfortable and I did not want to move.  When I emerged from my mummy bag, all the beds were lifeless except the one nearest the door.  Ellie stood beside her foot-high pile of blankets hauled to camp in her car.  She raised her eyebrows at me and the unsavory task ahead; getting into swim gear.  She rushed, so I rushed, because we couldn’t miss dips.  Lathe was out there.  Everyone was out there.  I wanted to ask her how many times she got up, if she had heard me, and if she had slept at all.

We stepped from the cabin into the rising heat of the sun.  Ellie deadpanned, “It’s winter on the other side of this cabin, you know.”  I laughed, feeling the same sort of relief as I had my first year at camp, decades earlier, when I’d met the other ‘Nancy’.  Except, Ellie was more like another ‘me’.  Lathe was her ‘Nancy’, the best friend and perfect camper who kept her in line.  As we stood on the cabin stoop and stared into the woods where the 100 wooden steps descended to the freezing lake, Ellie droned, “Well, let’s get down there so everyone can see us.”

There’s a Big Fish story here. Would you believe it jumped into our canoe?

During the reunion, I stuck near Ellie and she proved my theory; every perfect camper needs an imperfect friend to balance out the universe.  We were those imperfect campers.  Ellie and I had amazingly similar memories.  We dreaded council fires for not earning ‘beads’, though we happily watched our friends win awards. We always messed up in front of counselors or just missed that opportunity to be helpful.  Our similar stories made us laugh from pure joy and gratefulness because we knew even as mediocre campers, we had developed confidence, leadership abilities, and hidden strengths by attending camp.

Suzy, (another imperfect camper), suggested we had actually reached perfect camper status because we attended camp reunions. She offered this bit of wisdom as she navigated our canoe down the Crystal River. (Her mom had wisely put a ‘z’ in her name to differentiate her from all the other Susans, and it worked once you knew the ‘z’ was there.)  Suzy had been a camper in the Fifties.  She so effectively linked our camp experiences, I now feel connected to the old camp.  Suzy is how I imagine my mom would have been as a camper, and how she would be now, if she had lived.

My Craft Project…
(Photo of KT and Lilly in Seattle at the Chihuly Garden and Glass)

Marcia (aka ‘Robyn’ in Memory Lake) ran the reunion and tried to keep us on some sort of schedule.  (Josh, our talented chef, really appreciated that.)  Honestly, Marcia’s dedication amazes me and I’m still trying to live up to her expectations. “Since you’re the writer…,” she told me 15 minutes before ‘skits’ on the first night, “Write some dialogue for us.  Here’s the scenario….” I spent ten minutes locating paper and pen.  Frantically, I managed to eek something together and it actually drew laughter.  Phew!  I suppose such feats are possible at camp because expectations run high yet everyone is easy to please.

The rainy day turned out to be my favorite. We sipped hot tea and hung out in the heated arts and crafts shed amid a cozy atmosphere of creativity.  Lathe, Kappy, Deb, Murph, some Susans, Diane, and Lee Ann wove complicated, intricate bracelets to rival boutique merchandise.  Ellie and I hot-glued rocks to wooden picture frames.  We didn’t even gather the rocks ourselves, I’m embarrassed to say.  Except, I did add a few tiny pebbles as fillers, purposely gathered on my exciting day of canoeing the Crystal River with Suzy.

Taking it ‘home’….

Except for a deep longing to return to my heated bedroom in Virginia, I was sad to leave the company of so many confident, accomplished women who similarly credit camp for defining their strengths and honing their focus.  We are fit, optimistic, and not nearly finished with all we intend to accomplish.

Thanks ladies, you have reminded me why I wrote Memory Lake.  (Now in its Second Edition with an authentic cover depicting Lake Michigan from the top of the Sleeping Bear Dunes!)  Many thanks to the year-round staff of the Leelanau Outdoor Center (LOC) for making the week-end possible.

“Spiritual development… propagates anew the higher joys of Spirit….  Each successive stage of experience unfolds new views of divine goodness and love.”  Science & Health, BY Mary Baker Eddy.  (P.66)

The Powerful Legacy of Tangible Books

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Inscribe your favorite books, underline passages, and hold on to them.  They will tell your children, and their children, more about you than any photo album.  Thank goodness my mother never met a book too intimidating to write in, to bend a corner, to underline a passage, or scribble a thought.

A First Generation book from the 1940s beside a Second Generation book from 1986. Both are user-friendly.

When she passed away in 2001, at 64, my step-dad boxed up her metaphysical book collection and sent it to my sister.  Overwhelmed by memories, Susan sent the box to me.  I hastily absorbed it into my collection of similar books Mom had given me over my adult life. Each one is packed full of wisdom.  Every book is inscribed and many contain Mom’s left-handed scrawl of a random thought as she worked out its meaning.

Mom had been raised Catholic.  I often asked her why we were not Catholic, same as Nanny, Papa, my aunt, uncle and all our cousins.  She confided a longing for something different at an early age due to a little book she had read as a teenager. She never mentioned the name of this book or where she had found it, only that it had changed her life.

The little black book with a history, and its compatible hardware.

Recently, as I waited for my laptop to perform lengthy updates, a little book beckoned from the adjacent bookshelf.  I marveled at its delicate binding and content pre-dating a similar book by the same author Mom had given me decades earlier.  As I read her inscription inside the front cover, I realized this was the book.  I had finally found it.  Mom had penned, “… found in the book-case of the cottage my father, A.R. Mason, purchased on Lake St. Helen, in Michigan.  This was approximately 1950-51.  It was my first introduction to truth and my constant quest to use these truths that make us free. Dorothy Ann Mason Lincoln.”

The little black book’s inscription.

Her father’s cottage is mentioned in Memory Lake as ‘Papa’s cottage’. This log summerhome on tiny Lake St. Helen, in Central Michigan, delivered a childhood of laughter, pranks, skits, and sunshine to my sister, my cousins, and me.  I still dream of its artesian well, woven hammocks, rocky flower beds hiding fat night-crawlers, and the steep hill to the lake.  Its musty interior held many more treasures; a deer mount, faded upholstered furniture, bookshelves of hard-bound classics, and a defunct player-piano.  When I was ten, Papa sold all of it upon learning he was terminally ill.  Soon after, my sister and I began our years at summer camp.

Fish caught from the night-crawlers dug from Papa’s flowerbeds. That’s me in the middle.

My mother was fourteen when her father bought the cottage fully furnished.  She hadn’t liked the place at first.  Bored and disgruntled to be spending the weekend at the lake, instead of at home with friends, I imagine she had knelt on the large woolen rug, wearing saddle shoes and bobby socks, to examine the bookshelf.  There she had found this little book and began reading.

Memory Lake is a ripple of this memory which continues to expand sixty-two years later.  The little black book is inspiring, but not surprising because Mom had succeeded in her quest for truth and raised me on it. Instead, the surprise lies in the book’s existence.  It held the capacity to sleep for decades without updates, conversions,  or electricity to reveal a profound window to the past. I wonder, will someone find an e-reader sixty years from now with such a personal impact?  Most likely it will not power up.

Inscribe your favorite books, underline passages, and hold on to them.  They will tell your children, and their children, more about you than any photo album. 

* H. Emilie Cady is the little black book’s author and she is affiliated with Unity.  This is not the church I attended, nor the church affiliated with the camp in Memory Lake, so it is a fun coincidence that she was from Dryden, New York, the same one stop-light hometown of my first friend at camp, and main character in Memory Lake, “Nancy Roman”.

The Legend of Sleeping Bear Dunes

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George Vieira’s interpretation of the old legend is well-written and faithfully crafted.  He has graciously allowed me to re-post it.  The dunes play a key role in “Memory Lake; The Forever Friendships of Summer.”  Tate Publishing is launching the Second Edition this month and the new cover is a view of Lake Michigan from the top of the dunes. You can see it on their website:   http://www.tatepublishing.com/bookstore/book.php?w=978-1-62746-240-2

Please read George’s blog post below, or visit his page:   http://mishigamaa.wordpress.com/2013/08/10/the-legend-of-sleeping-bear/

The Legend of Sleeping Bear

Posted on August 10, 2013 by George Vieira

The wind breathes a song of ancient wisdom – only listen to the rattle of the ghost forest up on the dunes. It’s the story of Dapine, mother bear, proud parent of sharp claws and soft fur. Her cubs dancing on rolling Wisconsin plains, two brothers in the summer sun, animated by a boundless spirit. A bond unbreakable, unbelievable, takes us back to that terrible month when the sun hung too close to the Earth for too long.

Day after day, the leaves curled and the grass progressively turned orange. The forest was brittle and dangerous. Then one night lightning struck and set a dry patch ablaze. As luck would have it a fierce wind howled and blew the flames higher and farther, until the flames towered over the forest animals. Instinctively, Dapine ran for Lake Michigan, that immortal body, her cubs racing behind her, tripping over their young, clumsy paws. Though safe in the calm, placid waters of the lake, she saw in the thick black smoke the desolation and starvation that awaited her cubs once the fire died. Where they’d rolled and played and sweet honeycombs had bounded, charred nothingness would smolder.

So Dapine swam, desperate, one stroke at a time, towards Michigan. The journey was long and difficult, and the young cubs struggled to keep up, panting, tongues agog. On the second night of their journey, a great storm whipped the lake into a panicked frenzy. Hail pelted their thick coats; lightning made their fur stand on end. And somewhere in the wild waves she lost her cubs, their panicked faces illuminated by one last flash of light before being enveloped in permanent darkness.

Dapine swam against the tide for many hours in search of her cubs. She cried out their names, desperate, painful screams full of sorrow. But no answer. Exhausted, she turned back the following morning for the northwest shore of Michigan. Drenched and tired, she finally pawed her way onto the promised beach. At last. The sky was deep and blue, the green expanse of trees swayed in the wind. There was food, shelter, and water.

But no cubs.

All Dapine could think of was her cubs. She felt little relief or happiness in having made it alive to Michigan. Day and night, she faithfully watched the endless waves hoping to catch a glimpse of her lost cubs. In her many, fevered dreams, there they were, safe and warm in the old den, gnawing on the fish bones held between their tiny claws. She quickly grew wane and emaciated, her hair falling out in tufts on the soft sand.

Seeing Dapine, the Great Spirit was moved to tears by her story, from the veil of impartial observation to utmost mercy. As the earth shook and a hard rain fell, he raised two large landmasses above the waters of Lake Michigan in remembrance of Dapine’s cubs, North Manitou Island and South Manitou Island. He imbued the islands with their innocent energy, so that it would be a grand memorial to Dapine’s loss. She saw this, and like animals always do, knew right away what it meant.

And so with heavy sigh, Dapine closed her eyes and slept by the waves. It was then she felt a sudden lightness, her soul hovering over her own body. Carried by the force of the Great Spirit, she ascended up beyond the worries of the world, where in the limitless sky her cubs hopped from cloud to cloud in excitement, reunited with their mother at last.

Back down on earth, Dapine’s body turned to sand, more and more sand. In her place a great dune emerged, which from the Manitou Islands resembled a giant sleeping bear. The Great Spirit did this as a testament to the power of love, the story of Dapine and her cubs. Even today, the area is called the Sleeping Bear Dunes, and the story is written of on plaques and in books, never forgotten.

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