This is Nanny and I at our camp in Spring of 1988. A huge chunk of my childhood memories are at this place fishing with either Nanny or Pop. Mom swears that her and Dad were there on the weekends too, but I don't remember them to much. I just remember Pop leaving super early to go fishing and Nanny cooking breakfast, then making blackened Perch for dinner. Yum. I even have a very vague memory of Nanny's mom Granny Rose sitting at the window in the kitchen. It might not have occurred right after this picture, but I very strongly remember Nanny trying to get me to take the Perch off of the hook on my own and getting poked half to death with its sharp little fin.