Celtics ☘️ Sentinel

  In northern New England  most of us call them camps, not cottages or cabins . I was  lucky   enough to have had two of them.  Sundown on the west shore of Aziscohos Lake My first camp was not really mine, but as a kid I felt that it was.    My grandfather built it in the    mid 1950’s by the shores of    Merrymeeting Lake  in the Lakes Region of New Hampshire.  My   grandfather was an avid fisherman, and the area lakes, ponds and streams provided new    opportunities for him. However, he was not able to enjoy the camp for long. He died soon  after its completion. My mother named the camp  “Joe’s Haven”  in memory of her dad and   painted a sign with that inscription. The camp was a simple structure. It was small and had no insulation, running water or indoor   toilet facilities. We carried drinking water from a nearby spring, and we bathed in the lake.   For a 10-year-old...