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In the Summer of '69, There was 'The Place' (at Mt. Morris Lake)

In the Summer of '69, There was 'The Place' (at Mt. Morris Lake)

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The following is a true story. In 1969, our parents rented a cottage on Mt. Morris Lake at the urging of my younger sister's boyfriend's parents. This isn't about a murder or anything like that, just a tale of teenagers learning to drive their scary emotions like a new car.
The following is a true story. In 1969, our parents rented a cottage on Mt. Morris Lake at the urging of my younger sister's boyfriend's parents. This isn't about a murder or anything like that, just a tale of teenagers learning to drive their scary emotions like a new car.

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Published by: Deborah L. (Kuzenski) Collins on Jul 25, 2010
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IN THE SUMMER OF '69,There was “The Place”(at Mt. Morris Lake)by
Debbie (Hickinbotham) Collins
Marc & Shelly
Mt. Morris Beach, Summer of '69
The following story is true. It took place in the summer of 1969 in a little resort town called Mt. Morris, Wisconsin,where my parents rented a cottage for a week at theinvitation of my sister Shelly's boyfriend's parents. I wassixteen years old, and I wrote down everything thathappened as soon as I got home. July 20, 1969, while wewere at Mt. Morris Lake, man walked on the moon for thefirst time; but you'll notice that I didn't even mention it – although we took time out from our teenage emotions towatch it on an old black and white TV with foil on therabbit ears in Rick's parents' cottage. An historic moment
 
like that took a backseat to the scary yet exciting newfeelings we were learning to drive like a new car.Chapter 1I tugged at my neck scarf and then decided to take it off.The sun seemed to be roasting me alive. I could feel thehot gravel right through my shoes and was glad I had themon.“Why do I have to meet everyone now?My voicesounded as obstinate as I could make it. Shelly turned he blond head toward me long enough to give me a flippant,“Try not to act
too
drippy, okay?”My one-year-younger sister Shelly and her tall, sandy- brown-haired high school boyfriend Rick were walking,arms around each other, toward a rather shabby-lookinggroup of buildings. One boasted a colorful sign, “BJ'sBEACH HOUSE,” but we were steering clear of that one.Instead, we were heading for a large open shack thatsurprisingly contained two pool tables, a new jukebox,three pinball machines, and a soda machine. Lined up onone side of a pool table sat four bored-looking teenagerswho looked about the same age as Shelly, Rick, and me,somewhere around fifteen; but to me, they were more than just four kids, they were the jury that would within a fewminutes decide whether to accept me or not. I've alwaysfrozen up when I have to meet somebody. I'm so afraidthey'll reject me. Ever since first grade, I've envied mysister, Shelly, who has the ability to make people like her 
 
without even saying a word. I used to think it was her wonderful blond, blond hair and big, corn-flower-blue eyes.When I was twelve, I bought some blond dye in an attemptto liven up my drab brown hair. The result was horrifying!My dark eye brows made me look absolutely grotesque!“But we just got here! Can't this wait until later?Myfeeble argument got no reply, and I despaired of all rescue.“I haven't even combed my hair, and you know that I had tosit by the window in the car.”“That's your fault. You
have
to sit by the window or elseyou'll get car sick. Don't worry if your hair is messy. Itdoesn't look any worse than usual.!” Shelly laughed upinto Rick's face and he gave her a shy smile. He still actedshy, even though they had been going together for almost ayear.We walked into “The Place,” as I later learned it was called. No one said anything. I felt myself being coolly appraised.I felt like I was in a big vacuum all by myself and the bloodrushed to my head. The jukebox was blaring “
 by The Who one minute and silent the next. (Note: If YouTube links to songs don't work, simply type song title andartist(s) in search engine on page that opens to find one thatdoes.)“Hi, Shelly. Hi, Rick. Hi, Shelly's sister.” This clippedgreeting came from a stocky, blond-haired boy who wassolemn to the point of being comical. I couldn't tell whathe was thinking because his eyes were completely hidden

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