Once upon a time, there was a very happy man named Claude Flewwelling. He had survived the Great War, and his beautiful Maude had waited for him. They were married, and he had successfully finished his apprenticeship as a printer. One of his war buddies, Albert, told him about a piece of property for sale on an untouched island on Lake Moira. Claude and Maude drove to Madoc to look at it. Albert met them, and rowed them across to the island. Claude bought the land, and a small cottage. That winter, Claude paid a man with a team of horses to drag the cottage across the frozen lake.
Every summer, Claude and Maude and their growing family went to the cottage. They didn't have electricity or running water, but they had plenty of fresh water to swim in, fish to cook, and beautiful sunsets every evening.
When their daughter May got married, she brought her husband to the cottage. John was afraid of the water, but he understood how important this place was to his wife. May, of course, was like a fish. She had spent every summer of her life in the water. When May and John had their own children, they too learned to swim like fish.
This is the very special place where I spent the summer. Claude and Maude were my grandparents, and May and John were my parents.