My
grandmother said that they use to rent the camps when she
was little. My grandpa owned his, which was named "Tootsie Roll" after
him (by my cousin, Karen Tricon) - Morris "Toots" Powell,
Sr. Our camp was the first camp next to the airport before
they tore it down. There were two camps before ours - one
was burned down by arsonist and the second one got blown
down by Hurricane Camille. It really is a shame that my children
have no recollection of the camp because we had a lot
of wonderful times and memories.
Unfortunately the camps are not the same as they use to be - my husband's uncle
owns one in Lake Catherine and his is definitely different - his camp is not
over water and does not have a back porch over the water - which we spent many
of the nights enjoying the breeze and each other's company. We had no air-conditioning
or phones - which he his has both. We had to cross the railroad tracks and
go to the Time Saver across the street to use the phone.
Now a days you can't go anywhere without being beeped. I was telling my kids
how my family saved plenty of money on vacations because we spent every weekend
at the camp. My brother use to fish from the back porch at night and catch
sand sharks about three feet long - which was big enough for me.
Liz Brechtel Manning
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