Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Memories of Childhood Summers
Holly Miller blogs
for The Paws and Claws Mysteries
by Krista Davis
The hazy, lazy days of summer are slowly waning, bringing back cherished memories of summers at the Sugar Maple Inn. When we were children, my cousin Josh and I were dispatched to Wagtail Mountain and the care of our Oma (German for grandma) every summer. She owned the Sugar Maple Inn and put us to work along with Holmes, her best friend's grandson. Oma never distinguished between genders. All three of us made beds, washed linens, dusted, gardened and carried luggage. Don't get me wrong, they were wonderful days, full of mischief and pranks and plenty of time for playing.
The three of us roamed the woods with Oma's German shepherd. As the sole girl, I always took the role of Princess Leia, brandishing many fallen branches as light sabers. We swam in the lake, and cooked S'Mores, and went horseback riding. Once a week, Oma sent the boys to do something boyish, and the three of us (my stuffed dog, Lassie, was always invited) had tea on her fancy china, ornate with flowers and gold scrolls.
And when it rained, we gathered in front of the rustic stone fireplace with popcorn or hot fudge sundaes, while Oma's best friend, Rose, told us ghost stories.
Now that I work in an office in a busy city, I treasure the memories of those days and long for the fresh mountain air. If only I could work in a break to visit my Oma again.
What wonderful memories do you have about the summers of your youth?