Vacation at Potato Lake

My father was a great believer of vacations and thought everyone should take a couple of weeks to do something different. Sometimes we traveled and saw America and sometimes we did what he really liked to do--fish. When my Dad fished we went to Minnesota to Potato Lake. It must have been named after they had airplanes as the map drawers had to show it was shaped like a potato. My dad would go out in his boat and fish. The fish he caught was stored in an ice house. When we were ready to go home the owners put the fish in a barrel with sawdust and ice and we took it home in the trunk of our car unless my dad had them ship the fish. We went back to Kansas and ate fish for awhile. It was good. One year my sister and her husband went with us. He was never very fond of me but liked my sister Helen. We played cards a lot and the owner of the camp had a son about my age and we had a great time. After my sister Ethel died, Harold asked Helen to marry him as she was a widow also but she refused for did not want to move to San Diego and he did not want to move back to Kansas and I don't think she wanted to anyway. We lived in a cabin while we were there and slept on cots. The days would be hot but the nights were cool. The mosquitoes were terrible as they were larger than Kansas ones and it hurt when they bit you.