Lakemont

When I was a kid, my family occasionally visited our Atlanta relatives at their summer place on Lake Rabun in the mountains of north Georgia. After I was old enough (maybe 10?), I got to take the train from Charlotte to Toccoa where my aunt Florrie would pick me up for the drive back to Lakemont. When I think back to my childhood, those are some of my fondest memories.

Fastforward sixty years and, thanks to Facebook, I was able to reconnect with my cousin Helen. When she learned that I was going to be in Georgia, Helen invited my sister, Ena, and me up to Lakemont following the Serenbe weekend to get reacquainted with her and her two sisters, Allie and Florrie.

So, here’s Allie, Helen and Florrie as I remember them.

Allie on the left, Florrie on the right, and Helen next to Florrie

Allie on the left, Florrie on the right, and Helen next to Florrie

And here they are, all grown up.

Florrie, Allie and Helen

Florrie, Allie and Helen

So, after the drive through Atlanta traffic…

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…and arriving at…

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…the first order of business was to go on a tour of the lake.

Did I learn to waterski behind this boat?

Did I learn to water ski behind this boat?

First class passengers

First class passengers

Coach cabin

Coach cabin

Now I know why none of my cousins has ever come west to visit. Who would ever want to leave this place?

The porch

The porch

Walkway out to the boat house

Walkway out to the boat house

View from the boat house

View from the boat house

Ena brought along some old family photos for poring over.

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Another excursion was to see the house I visited as a boy. It has been in the family for decades and was owned by my great uncle Sam and great aunt Allie. It’s still in the family so we got to take a look around. But first a stop for gas and a souvenir hat at Hall’s Boat House which is almost as old as the lake.

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The boat house has been rebuilt fairly recently but still retains the charm of the original

The boat house has been rebuilt fairly recently but still retains the charm of the original

Not much has changed with the house

Not much has changed with the house

A lot about the living room is just as I remembered it

A lot about the living room is just as I remembered it

The Mountain Goat now looks more like a unicorn with socks

The Mountain Goat now looks more like a unicorn with socks

These same pictures were on the wall in the 50s and 60s

These same pictures were on the wall in the 50s and 60s

This is a linoleum cut I did in high school art class and must have given to Aunt Allie. (Remember it for another post.)

This is a linoleum cut I did in high school art class and must have given to Aunt Allie. (Remember it for another post.)

The boy's sleeping porch. A similar one for the girls. Not much has changed!

The boy’s sleeping porch. A similar one for the girls. Not much has changed!

My Uncle Candler really loved this place

My Uncle Candler really loved this place

Ena and I from the top of the boat house. The view hasn't changed, just the participants.

Ena and I from the top of the boat house. The view hasn’t changed, just the participants.

Back to Helen, Florrie and Allie’s place for the next adventure, a hike to Minnehaha Falls.

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The beginning

The beginning

The destination

The destination

And one of just the two of us

And one brother-sister photo

What a great two days! Allie, Helen and Florrie are each bright, engaging, talented women that have led interesting lives. The kind of people that, even if we weren’t related, would be fun to have as friends.

Their mom was famous for saying, “What’s your problem? Oh well, too bad.” So Florrie memorialized the quote in a plaque on which people can list their problem.

What’s your problem?

We have to go.

Oh well, too bad!

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