Cottage Life - Entry # 01 - Non Fiction

Cottage Life
Entry # 01 - The Old Cottage History /Part # 01/
By : James Bauman
© January 12, 2007
> The days have long past since the cottages of old were present upon the bay in the southern Bruce hamlet of Inverhuron. They were proud structures, with owners which were more proud than their hand crafted structures of Kincardine ancient wood or Wiarton quarry stone.
> They were set up in the 1910's to 1920's, day by day, their owners toiling in the unbearably intense heat. They were built by sweat, love and dreams. They were built upon a area which was
almost abandoned by the generations prior, but their dedication was incessant. When they were completed, their owners basked in presence of their own creations and the sight of a great body
of body that was seemingly endless.
> The water then was tremendously high and would lash it's fury upon the front's of cottages. The owners would have good year if they were not forced to remove water from the basements or
repair the fronts of their cottages. The water was a double-edged sword, beautiful yet was able to and has dragged many a to his watery grave just beyond the sandbanks. It was endless, the
water was a mysterious thing that was not explored beyond the turning of the water green.
> The water was the start of many adventures and expeditions by the children who lived their or visited during their summer vacation. They women were all in one piece bathing suits and the
men in swimming trunks. There were many days when the water was serene and perfect for a swim at any hour of the day. The children frolicked and played with one another day after day
while the parents basked in the wondrous and bright sun, speaking of business and life in the village, save for the occasional day of rain.
> The days were bight and full of life the small wooded lane of Lake street was the main road for the cottages which were to the south of the Inverhuron beach. The main attraction beside
the lake o course. There was never a shortage of get togethers or parties held by the owners of the old cottages. There were fires and barbeques on the beach. The cottage goers were all
friends. There was next to no ill will. The community was a place of togetherness and great friendship.
> The community was not a place away from the rest of the province but it held an air of seclusion that was almost unheard of in the modern cottage country. Although it was to the south
Georgian bay it was a small cottage country of it's own. The residents of the village did not vary any large amount from year to year. They were the same old folks, mostly Scots and
Brits coming to the area as second, third, fourth or even fifth generation Canadians.