Ebeemee Folk

"It is an early Friday morning in late June of 1947, just two weeks after the end of the school year, and my two brothers and I are once again adjusting to the routine of summertime life at our grandparent’s camp on Lower Ebeemee Pond in north-central Maine. No one was certain when Joe Silver first arrived at Ebeemee. He just appeared one summer and within days had settled himself into a small seasonal camp on the shore of a backwater cove near the inlet to West Pond. In no time he was just another summer season regular. It was later revealed that he had bought the cottage from its owner with a single cash payment."

So begins a collection of memories of the author's life in an earlier, simpler time. Born just after the Great Depression, growing up with World War II and the Korean War, the author and his brothers were raised without TV, cell phones, computers, jet air travel, or interstate highways.

They may have missed out on many of the modern developments and advantages familiar to today’s youngsters, but there’s much to be said for understanding the world in more basic terms, through bare feet on the ground, and with hands dirtied by spruce pitch, nails packed with mud, and knees skinned on rough bark or stream-side rocks.