It was a magical time between 14 and 15 at the big Lake Resort our family was fortunate enough to spend a month at during that summer.

I will never forget her...although we stayed in touch just until school started in the fall....I regret that i lost touch with her forever after that as her family was from a neighboring state.

To an adolescent boy she was the cat's meow...i thought she was stunning gorgeous and how lucky i was...we were both "middle children" in our families so we identified with each other...we were exactly the same age and grade and our birthdays were in the same month...we were inseparable for those few weeks...I will never forget her memory...what a summer.

The song that comes closest to that time and captures those moments in my young life of that particular summer is...

Thunder Island
by Jay Ferguson

Sha-la-la-la-la-la my lady
In the sun with your hair undone
Can you hear me now calling your name
From across the bay
A summer's day laughing and a-hidin'
Chasing love out on Thunder Island

She was the color of the Indian summer
And we shared the hours without number
Until one day when the sky turned dark
And the winds grew wild
Caught by the rain and blinded by the lightnin'
We rode the storm out there on Thunder Island

I held her close
Until the storm passed
And we fell down laughing in the wet grass
Both our bodies drying in the sunshine, sweet sunshine
So, sha-la-la-la-la-la my lady
In the sun with your dress undone
Now, ev'ry mile away and ev'ry day
Cuts a little deeper
I'll remember the nights in the cool sand
Making love out on Thunder Island

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P.S...Back then "making love" meant holding hands and smoochin'!

Or so it seems to me...

Hey, I think that was ME!!!! :)

I wish it were me..and yes at my my friends summer cottage..just turned 16..summer fun

stormy

Not me, but my daughter at a Dude Ranch in upstate New York. She was 16, he was about 19 and was summer help up there, tended to the horses and stuff. He had a fitting name too, Clint or Cliff......She was sooooooooooo in love cried when we were leaving. That is until a couple of weeks later when she went back to school and all other activities. She's happlily married now with teen-agers of her own, but it made for a great memory.

Her name was Handella. Obviously she was a foreigner, as she didn't ever talk. The church, specifically the bishop, didn't want us together, but we were meant to be.

Those were good memories. I still see her sometimes...

I was about 13, and the neighbors had visitors for the summer: their neices, from the next state. Twins (but not identical). I fell in love with both of them. It was a wonderful summer.

Thanks for reminding me!

Beautiful summer. A friend and I met the best girls our age by driving State St. One had a great family room in the basement. Not mo's. A lot of fun. I had access to my brother's, black, '55 Chevy and used it for dates to Lagoon to see the Beach Boy's, the Kingston Trio and Chad and Jeremy. The summer to remember. Puppy love.



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