|a despondent garage supported by grapevines|
|Lakelands - the MacDonald's resort I worked at in the early 1960's|
photo courtesy PEC Museum & Archives, thanks Krista
I recall our dad's excitement as he took us on a tour of the developing campgrounds, back in the 70's or 80's. From farm fields and sugar bush were carved reasonably private wooded sites (with electical boxes discretely placed at intervals - no, I am too old to sleep on the rocks and pinecones, my little trailer needs a plug-in) connected by winding roadlets.
So much history in this former homestead.
|Had a great chat with a farmhand, baling soybean straw|
|Original farm lane, now on park property|
|The old farmhouse is being examined for heritage pedigree - brick and fieldstone foundation|
beneath the 'improving' 1970's stucco
|Behind the house, a most photogenic door. Could this be the privy?|
I had a great 'jaw' with a farmer, who has worked for the farm for 12 years. Because although the farm is Provincial Park now, with the occasional brown sign asserting ownership of trails, the wonderful light soil is still cultivated on some sort of lease. I was curious about the round bales being loaded - straw, not oat or wheat - my suspicions born out, soybean! This year, we'll need all the bedding we can get.
|Further along Co.Rd. 12, a plaque with the MacDonald pedigree|
basks in the lakeside sun
|The view from the house, across the road to the site of the former lodge|
They settled, they cleared forest and built prosperous farms.
Irony...the farmhand tells me that soon, the lease will expire, and the fields of corn, winter wheat already planted in anticipation of next spring, and those soybeans, will be replanted...into trees.
|An evocative farm building...similar to the one we summer girls converted to|
a dorm by judicious use of hairspray and Buddy Holly