September 1, 2020. Western Head, Nova Scotia. Carol & Ken's Cottage.

The cottage was neither large nor elegant, but that cottage worked perfectly. Carol and Ken were generous with the use of the cottage. As soon as Andrew and David could fly by themselves they flew to Buffalo where Dave and Irene would pick them up and drive their home for a few days, then take them on to Carol and Ken's cottage at McCullough Lake. After two weeks, Ken and I would drive from Maryland to pick them up. Of course we stayed for a few days for a visit before driving on to Parry Sound to see Ken's Mother. The boys loved that cottage. All day they hung down by the dock and the raft. Ken was always willing to run the boat for skiing so they water skiied several times a day. A fire was always built for the evenings and after the fire died down they played board games with Gary and Marion, who lived at the cottage next door owned by Marions grandparents. Andrew and David lived the life of Riley. The cottage was small. There were three bedrooms for the boys. Each room had built in bunks with a two drawers under the bunks. Each bunk had a good reading light so at any time the child could crawl in bed and read. There was two feet of floor space beside the bunks with hooks opposite on the wall. So each child had a bed, a drawer and 4 hoots. It was perfect. Carol and Ken's bedroom was big enough to hold a double bed and two dressers. The rest of the cottage was one room with the kitchen at one end and the sitting area at the other. The cottage was utilitarian and the boys loved it. At Carol's funeral, my David commented to fiends about how much fun he had at the little cottage. "I had everything I needed to have a good time," he said. That little cottage gave many people great pleasure all thanks to the generosity of Carol and Ken.