Concert On the Move, About 1938 by Mildred Grant

             “Breakfast! Come and get it!” Mom called, as she turned the last pancake on the old iron griddle.

            From the uppermost cabin, Dad and we three girls, Eleanor, Mary, and me—Mildred, made a mad dash for the roofed-over picnic table. The three boys,Chester, Allen, and my boyfriend Fred, burst out the door of the next cabin down the hill from ours, threatening to get to the table first.

            Mom was adapting very well to the unusual cooking facilities that were offered at Harrigan’s Camps at Goose Pond, New Hampshire. All campers took turns using the unsheltered, wood-burning, old black iron stove with the long, covered picnic table just a couple of feet away.

            Dad and Chet’s job was to fill large cooking pots with water from the nearby brook, and put it on the stove to heat for the rotating clean up crew. Always an argument as to whose “turn” it was to do the dishes. All campers had to help keep the wood box full. Inclement weather brought out the sandwich, crackers, and peanut butter menu.

            To the brook to scrub our teeth, then spread up our beds. Freedom! To go fishing, hiking, boating, swimming, or berry picking. There was no shortage of things to do with the daylight hours

            One evening, with a full moon, lacy, lazily moving clouds, and a gentle, leaf-clapping breeze, we young people decided to walk down to the dam. As we left Harrigan’s, we began to sing—all the old songs with some hymns added. Mary and I sang the soprano part, Eleanor, alto, Allen and Fred, tenor, and Chester, bass.

            The cottages lining the east shore of Goose Pond were nearly all occupied with summer visitors.

            We linked arms and took up the whole width of the dirt roadway. We stopped for a moment to catch our breath and to decide what to sing next, when a male voice spoke from a nearby screened in porch.

            “Please, don’t go any further down the road.”

           Chester asked, “Why, not? Is someone ill who might consider our music disturbing?”

            “Oh, no!” several voices replied. “We would like you to stay here and continue to sing for us.”

            We started a new song, singing a verse and chorus, and again linked arms as we went on our way.

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2 comments on “Concert On the Move, About 1938 by Mildred Grant

  1. Thank you for this wonderful image. Thinking of you and Great Uncle Fred, and grandpa…fantastical! ❤ *Alicia* xxoo

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