There was a glider swing that I always wanted to try, but it seemed like every year, there was a wasp nest in the swing so we were not allowed to use it. There were also fresh strawberries to pick. I can still taste their crispness and every apple I bite into, I compare to those fresh-picked ones. It was a treat to get a fresh-picked apple from the apple trees. He played golf every day and got down to a 13 handicap. Jud remembers the summers as being extraordinarily pleasant. Our little legs got tired! The guest house was fixed up by Jud and his wife, Ruth, and that is where they stayed. (1955 – Tara and Ira Blieden at Lake Candlewood)īack at the house, it seemed to take forever to walk across the 2 acre property to the other house. That made me squeamish and I did not enjoy that part of the water. When we went swimming, or wading for me, little fish and weeds encircled out feet. If the motor boat was working, we got a ride around the lake. Once at the dock, we either went swimming or boating. Of course, back then, all of the greenery looked the same to me, but I did try to heed the warnings! You had to be careful walking because poison ivy lined the sides of the path. (The Bricker Summer Home on Lake Candlewood, painted by Mildred Blieden Rich)Īs soon as we could, we would quickly change into bathing suits and head to the path to walk down to the dock. Wow, they were a treat to see and to climb into. I remember the house as rustic with a big guest bedroom addition that had bunk beds. Aunt Reve would come running outside and toss each one of us around. With a till in one hand, a book in the other hand and a straw hat on his head, when I got older, I thought he must be just like Thoreau. Upon arrival at Lake Candlewood, we usually found Uncle Harry outside in one of the gardens. We would stop for a picnic lunch and a chance to stretch our legs. We always found a picnic table on the side of the road about half way there. There were no super highways then (early 1950’s) so the trip seemed to take all day, or at least many hours. (Mildred, Manny and Harvey (age 2) at Lake Candlewood in 1945)Įvery summer we packed up the car for a weekend, or sometimes even a week’s visit. Uncle Harry was an elementary school principal and his son, Jud, was a high school math teacher, so they both had the summers free to enjoy the countryside of CT. I hope you will comment with some of your own memories of going there. They bought the property in the early 1930s and they always enjoyed entertaining their family and friends there. Writing about my Great-Aunt Reve and Great-Uncle Harry Bricker (Look in the Harvey’s Siblings section under Blieden) brought back fond memories of all of our visits to their summer home on Lake Candlewood in Brookfield, CT. Arthur and Lois’ 25th Wedding Anniversary.
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