Squaw Bay … Do
you remember … ?
Saving bones for the dogs
The employees’ lounge and the TV (that weren’t!)
Writing on the calendar when Jerry got up for the butter
Splitting a roll or a donut
Saunas after work
Too-early mornings
Tracy getting lost in the fog while driving her boat to work
Waterskiing with Floridian Roger Smith and his awesome boat
and slalom ski (and he could barefoot)
Scrubbing the black rubber floor mats and the kitchen floor
on Saturday mornings, kneeling on towels with our buckets and scrub brushes and towels
Splitting tips
Baseball games after work
The tire tracks left on the front lawn late one night
The high turnover rate of dockboys like Hobs and Bill Bunney
Laurette’s pet peeve: poached eggs
The excuse list
The Harlequin romance novel we started about Tanner and
Tiffany
Making relish trays – usually with one too many olives
Zapping rolls and defrosting cookies in that high-tech Amana
RadarRange
Setting aside empty milk cartons (paper cartons!) so we
could fill them in an emergency situation
(like when Joe was coming and we had
nothing else to do, or when we wanted to see one of the dockboys)
Mixing Kool-Aid: how
many cups of water? Do I add sugar?
Having Bobbi predict our futures with cards
Finding Butch (Even I don’t remember what this was about
any more!)
The Quartzite Trip:
In 1962, Deeter Moss was a puke. (Mr. Drechsler, I think, gave me this to
read from the high school library.
Wasn’t this book later banned or parts removed from the library?)
Making bar runs to ogle certain guys
Si and the Boys from Chicago. Allens. Smiths. The Germans
from Chicago: Heinz, Walter, the
Winters; Norths, Bevers, and Brewers from
Iowa. DeFiores (Vince, the twins).
So many others!
Extras, reggies, lunchies, and extra-extras.
Electricity outages which required the dockboys to bring up
garbage cans of water from the lake
Saving labels for Doris Hautela’s refunding and cans for
Laurette
The fire rules, written after a fire started in the “match
can” where the cooks put the used matches after lighting the gas range.. #1: Squeeze a wash rag over it. #2: Go for the baking soda. #3: Drop it
in
the dish water. #4: Panic. #5: Call the Fire Department.
Rocky vacuuming
Crew party at Laurette’s
Cookie’s (Vicki Wagner) all-time best excuse for being late
to work: Luke got a piece of candy stuck
up his nose.
Carol’s favorite (disappearing) paring knives. Pronounced Ka-niff-ees.
Breakfast trays for lazy live-ins
RV Maki’s guiding stories
The dishwasher that fell off its stand … a lot!
Washing windows.
Wearing letter jackets in August in those cool mornings!
Wiping shelves, wiping bases, wiping up after messy babies
Emptying – and forgetting to empty! – the pan below the
dishwasher and the water can in the fridge
Beating the dishwasher
… Having another tray ready to go in before the last load was finished
Those lousy, rag-stealing waitresses
Rubber gloves: Carol’s pretty pink, Clare’s forever
springing holes, gross green ones, trying to keep a matched pair
The space cadet wings
Emptying coffee grounds
Practical jokes: siphoning the milk out of Val’s cereal,
giving her “Tracy-made” red Kool-Aid (from
the relish tray beets jar), and
water with vinegar in it
Glasses of ice water and half-eaten cookies on the window
sills
The arrival of the Squaw Bay jackets (royal blue
baseball-style)
Bobbi’s boyfriend John helping out in the kitchen
Serving coffee to Joe and Deputy Dave (who was also our Avon
Lady)
RV’s bleary-eyed mornings
Richard coming home drunk from a fishing trip and Laurette
saying, “I thought Larry didn’t drink any more.” And Richard replying in a
slight slur, “Larry doesn’t drink, but his brudder does.”
The “divorcees” with the little girl who wanted to catch a
fish for her friend Susie. The mom
asked, “Who?” “You know, I brought her
home for Christmas.”
The giant jig for the stuffed fish in the dining room
Jean Pipho subbing for Bobbi and keeping the plates in the
steam table – ouch!
Laurette’s pancake spatula, which had to be shined to
perfection
Si the Chicago fireman coming into the kitchen to hassle
Laurette, and Laurette chasing him with a butcher knife
Packing shore lunches with a zip-lock bag of lard from a
barrel, plus homemade sandwiches, potatoes ready to fry up, and just-in-case
sandwiches
Sweeping the garage
The health inspector’s on his way … move the dog dishes out
of the kitchen!
Not old enough to serve alcohol? That’s a rule?
Bobbi Pipho
Ellenberg’s additions:
Laurette
trying to teach me and others how to use the floor polishing machine. I
think the machine won most of the time as it practically swung me around the
bar.
Laurette
asking, “ how do they want their heggs”. I still often refer to eggs as
heggs and have to be careful not to do that when ordering in a
restaurant. Makes me think of our dear Laurette every time.
Another
Laurette-ism that I still use often is referring to anything vanilla as
wanilla. Once again, makes me remember Laurette.
I
remember you (Val) climbing into the kitchen sink cupboard (upstairs) where the
laundry chute was located.
I
remember you and Sarah taking the bunnies for walks on leashes and the two of
you commenting on how much they liked it (I think you may have been just plain
wrong on that one).
The
Vicky, Val and Sarah Style Show that happened every year after your school
shopping trip (with Grampa Skala, in uluth) was always a fall spectacular! The three of you darling
girls parading down the stairs to show off your new clothes for anyone who was
in the kitchen at the time.
Bowsie
eating chocolate bars in the bar.
Sleeping
in the girls cabin when we worked late and had to be back at the crack of
dawn—usually with Barb Reinhardt.
