Postcard Friendship Friday #11

Downtown Lewiston, Michigan

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It's time for another Postcard Friendship Friday, hosted by Marie at Voila! Vintage Postcards!

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Today's postcard is dated July 22 - probably 1959 - and was sent from Lewiston, Michigan to Oxford, Michigan. Lewiston was a logging town in the late 1800's, and by 1959 was a place for summer vacations at cabins and cottages that surrounded the nearby lakes. Lewiston is located between east East and West Twin Lakes and is about 182 miles NNW of Oxford. Today the year round population is 900, and the summer population swells to 14,000.
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Oxford was first settled in the early 1800's but, being a vast area of swamp land, was largely ignored until the first of 5 gravel mines were opened in 1912. It is still a small village of about 3,500 residents. It's the Sister City of Oxford , England and the address on the postcard, 35 Park Street, still exists.

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The postcard was mailed to Mrs. Preston Yost, and reads:

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Hi

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Lots of laughs - Bee stings etc. We have honey bees in the John. I really got stung you can imagine where. No fish. Kenny is going out for a while too hot for us,

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Love

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Ruth and Kenny

The Back Story:

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The brochure read luxurious cabin on East Twin Lake with private bathroom. Ruthie will call ahead next time and ask questions. Perhaps the unbelievable $10.00 a day rates should have been a clue.

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Turned out the constant buzzing was not in her head as Ken had suggested.

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After a trip to Emergency for the bee stings and a few Manhattans to ease the pain, Ruthie had a prime opportunity to say "I told you so!"
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During the long summer days, Ruthie made friends and had a gay time dipping her toes in the water.

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While Ken and his new found pals went into town on "fishing" expeditions.

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The vacation was much more enjoyable after Ken sprayed the outhouse inside and out with DDT. Ruthie made light meals of salads and sandwiches. She whipped up some marshmallow kabobs and cherry Jello for deserts. Ken's favorite was the elbow noodle salad with Spam cubes that Ruthie made for lunch on alternate days. At night they played records on the wind-up Victrola and sat at the picnic table by the light of the citronella candle, watching the stars.

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Swimming was fun if you didn't mind the leeches. Fishing was fun if you didn't mind not catching any. Sleeping was good if you didn't mind the cloud of mosquito's that buzzed about. Ken and Ruthie didn't mind at all. They were much too in love to notice.