This picture (1961) is of Robert and Mark with Grandma Anna Woods (Dad's mother) on our own beach on the St. Lawrence, on the island of Wilson Hill. Mom, Joe and Patty are in the background. After reading Dad and Mom's memories of Wilson Hill, Robert and I both agreed that our happiest childhood memories are from summers spent at our camp on Wilson Hill. - Just the drive to camp from Canton was fun: Counting the crooked windows in the old farm houses; Dad driving fast up the hills so we would loose our stomachs at the top; Singing all the way to camp, songs like "If I Had A Hammer", "Tell Laura I Love Here"... Holding our breath and holding our feet up as soon as we got to a cemetery until the end of the cemetery, and Dad teasing us by driving slower and slower so we'd loose our breath; every little run down shack we'd say "there's Daddy's house"; looking for the Great Blue Heron as we drove across the causeway to the island. - The youngest kids running around in diapers, and Rob and me in shorts all summer. The only time we got fully dressed was on Sundays for mass. - All day long, in and out of the water. Every time a ship came, you could feel and hear it coming before you could see it. A boat's coming! Waves! We would race down the long long stretch of lawn, and try to hit the water to catch the waves from the wake of the ships. - Playing cards "Go Fish" with Uncle Francis, and him pretending to be a sad/bad looser and us being so happy to beat him. - Our hidden forts and villages in the Sumac and in the woods, and our own secret hollow tree. - Playing with Pico and Marie, and I think Elizabeth too, the Sunshine/Fresh Air kids next door in the two story boat house. - The friendly Customs guard at Upper Canada Village welcoming us kids off the boat and then giving us four leaf clovers as we left. - Our boat rides to Sand Island? where birds nested in holes in the sand embankment. - Catching and collecting spiders on rainy days from the rafters of camp and screaming as they fell down from the ceiling. - The exciting grass fires to control the field of the vacant next door lots, and one getting out of control. - The bike rides with the older kids in the bigger bikes in the lead, barking at the dogs and getting them to chase us, and us younger kids in the smaller and slower bikes at the end with the barking dogs nipping at our feet. - Dad teaching us all to water ski and taking us for endless rides on our big aluminum boat, and the blue board he had made for us before we could ski. - The Snowy Owl that spent a day on the telephone pole to our camp. - The old underwater road across our bay that was submerged when they created the Seaway. - Sitting on the huge glacial bolder on the side of our yard, and the swinging rope we had on the huge tree with the perfect branch for us all to stand on and jump from. So many happy and fun memories thanks to two loving and caring parents!