Have you ever noticed that when
people say “I’m going to the lake,” they very rarely say the name of the
lake...? It’s usually just “the lake,” as
if everyone in the whole world knows exactly which lake they are talking
about...?
My thinking is that people don’t
say the name of the lake because the name just doesn’t matter. What does matter is that you are one of the
lucky people who get to go to “the lake.”
I have always enjoyed being in the
water whether it’s a lake, a pool, the ocean, the river, or even, according to
my mother, the pond in our pasture where the pigs used to cool off! That list used to include mud puddles too, of
course.
There’s special something about
being in the water as the sun comes from overhead, warming you at the same time
that the water is cooling you. It’s kind of like
a “Baked Alaska” dessert, where the cake on the outside is warm, but the ice
cream in the middle is still cool.
I made a "baked Alaska" many years ago. The trick is that you put a meringue on the outside of both the cake and the ice cream, sealing the ice cream from melting on the inside. Just the name of this desert is cool-sounding, isn't it?! (No pun intended!)
When I’m floating in the water,
that weightlessness that I feel in my body seems to make its way inside my
head, helping me to unload some of the weight and worries of the world.
I grew up on a small-town farm in
North Dakota, in the very Southeast corner - 8 miles from the South Dakota border and 15 miles from the Minnesota border. However, even though, we were only
15 miles from the "land of 10,000 lakes", we did not have the
luxury of all those lakes anywhere near us. But – we did
have one – and that was all we needed! “Our”
lake was Lake Elsie.
We went to lake Elsie most Sundays
after church. Mom always made us wait
until a lunch had been packed. We always complained, saying that we
didn’t need lunch, that we just wanted to get going to go swimming. Thank goodness we never won that battle! After a few hours of swimming, we were so
very happy that the time had been taken, (precious time that we could have been
swimming), to pack that lunch.
To this day, I still don’t think that
the simple lunch of a juicy hot dog, salty potato chips and fruity kool-aid has
ever tasted as good as it used to when we were at Lake Elsie.
Lake Elsie was about 15 miles West from our
farm. As an adult, 15 miles usually isn’t very
far. As a child, on a hot summer day,
eager to get in the water to cool off and play, it was a very long
distance. It seemed to take forever to
get there. We knew that we were finally
getting close when we saw the "hill" that seemed to magically appear out of
nowhere before the lake came into view.
Since we all know that most of
North Dakota is pretty darn flat, I know now that it was closer to a big bump
in the road than a hill, but since we knew that the lake was on the other side of
it, it seemed so much bigger to my siblings and I at the time.
My family was very large, so we usually
drove two vehicles to the lake. Mom
always drove one and if Dad wasn’t driving the other one, one of my older
siblings drove. We usually took one of
the cars and a pick-up truck. My
favorite vehicle to ride in was the pick-up.
I loved it when the wind blew through my hair and it was fun to have to
scream at my brothers and sisters to be heard.
We were pretty crammed in the pickup because we always squeezed some big inner tubes in with us. And mind you - these inner tubes weren’t the sissy
little pink barney floaties or the bright school bus-yellow that we fit around
our kids’ waists today! The tubes that
we used were the huge black ones from the inside of the tractor wheels. We could fit several of us on one tube and it
was big enough for a few of us to stand on and try to push the others off. Since it was black, the tube attracted the
sun and would almost burn your hand if you didn’t frequently splash water on
the tube to keep it cooled off. (And you also had to watch out for that thing that poked out of the tire where the air went in!)
The sand at Lake Elsie wasn’t even
close to some of the fine, white European sands I’ve seen since my Lake Elsie
days, but it more than served its purpose for making sand castles and covering
each other up from head to toe with it. And little did we know that the sand was anything less than perfect.
I had very long and thick hair
growing up and I wasn’t very good about keeping it in a pony tail, so you can
probably imagine that between the wet hair, the wind and the ice cream, it
wasn’t a pretty picture when we got home.
But I wasn’t alone. My sisters
Sharon and Faye shared the same fate.
After we got home, the rest of
Sunday night was mostly consumed with baths and trying to comb through our
hair.
I was about 11 or 12 years old when
my uncle LeRoy drowned in Lake Elsie.
After that, we didn’t go the Lake nearly as often. I don’t know if my Dad felt that it was
disrespectful of his memory or if I just always thought that was the reason
that we went less often. I just remember that the trips to the lake were far
less frequent after my Uncle’s death.
About 15 years ago, I went back to
Lake Elsie with my husband and three small children for a birthday party that
we were having for my Dad at a restaurant by the lake.
When I looked at the lake that day
as the sun was setting, it looked so dingy and dirty and there were a couple of
dead fish on the shoreline. I don’t know
if the lake had changed that much over the years or if it just looked different
because I was seeing it through adult eyes.
Being at “The Lake” is still my
favorite place in the world to be. Even
when it’s too cold to go swimming, I still enjoy being there. There’s something calm and relaxing about the
water that draws me to it.
Maybe part of the allure is
psychological. Since going to Lake Elsie
was easily my favorite childhood memory, maybe one of the reasons I love
spending time by the water is because of all the good memories I have of me and
my family there. My siblings and I
actually had a lot of chores growing up on the farm and like anyone with
siblings, we did our share of fighting with each other.
But while we were at Lake Elsie,
our only job was to enjoy ourselves and along with that, came enjoying the
company of those around you.
And as I still continue to think to
this day, as I am floating in the cool waters with the sun shining down on me,
“life just doesn’t get any better than this.”
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