Bob’s Lake is north of the Thousand Islands which are in the St. Lawrence Seaway. Somehow we drove from Rochester, New York to Bob’s Lake. I think we were in the Province of Ontario. Certainly we lived on Ontario Lake or Lake Ontario, one of the Great Lakes.
My Uncle Dodd, my grandmother’s brother , so technically my great Uncle was an avid outdoorsman.
How he found Bob’s Lake, I’m not sure. It was quite isolated. Strangely enough, many years later I met a Canadian woman on a train in Europe who had also vacationed at Bob’s Lake.
Charlie and Bertha had a large house which dominated the property. There were about five cabins along the shore of the lake. We would take our meals with Charlie and Bertha.
We fished and swam; I hung out with cousins and got into various degrees of trouble.
I particularly remember returning from fishing and helping Charlie clean the fish and store them in the icehouse. I watched carefully as he cleaned the Walleye Pike and Bass and stored them in the sawdust piled in the icehouse.