Cooling Off In Lake Whatcom

Took Ana and Dane to Bloedel Donovan Park for a dip in Lake Whatcom. Wasn't it just last week that their daddy, his sister, and brother were splashing one another in this lake? More like 25 years. And has it really been 45 years since I dog-paddled out to the high dive, nervously climbed the ladder, held my nose and jumped? And when I was 5,  my older sissie and her pretty girlfriends walk me down to the lake with them. Back then, their were lifeguards with suntan lotion on their noses, hotdogs at the concession stand, and the loudspeakers were playing Neil Sedaka's "Breaking Up is Hard to Do."  Wonderful memories! My dad worked at the Bloedel Donovan lumber mill in the 50's and 60's which was situated on the shore of the lake, adjacent the park. My grandfather ran a tugboat up the lake to logging camps; delivering log booms to the mill. He and Grandma lived near the lake. When missionaries visited The Firs Bible Camp and church that they attended, Grandma and Grandpa Cline would let the missionaries live in their home and  they would go up the lake with a tent and camp out for several weeks at a time on the lake shore.  Our family has a rich history with this old lake! Glad my grandchildren got to go there! They swim like fish! Another generation of memories.