I have many happy memories associated with this place. I used to spend part of my summers here, when I was a young child. I seem to remember flying by myself, but I'll have to ask my parents if I really did that every time. I remember being at Hannen Lake by myself, but also at times with my brother and/or some of my cousins.

I remember my cousin John taking my brother and me out in a row boat. He rowed all the way to the north end of the lake, where the reeds and cattails grew so thick we had to stop. I think we were looking for the "source' of the lake.

I remember catching a two-pound catfish, just standing on the dock with a bamboo poll and using only a hook with a worm. I have vivid memories of cleaning fish (those little ones--called sun fish?) all the time. Nowadays, I wouldn't know what to do after I cut the head off. But back then, I could scale, decapitate, and gut a fish with the best of 'em! Fried fish for dinner--always tasted better when you caught it yourself.

I remember "helping" Dan (his last name--and I'm sure I'm butchering the spelling--was Bahonica). This usually consisted of me riding on the tractor while he loaded the trash and took it to the dump. The dump sure was stinky, but it was fun to ride a tractor on the roads--it seemed like we were flying down the highway!

At the bottom of the picture, you can see the Wagner farm. I remember Dana, and her parents Jack and Wanda. I think she also had two brothers, but I don't remember them.