Celtics ☘️ Sentinel

 A Tale of Lost Youth The young couple were in love with their vacation camp . It sat on the south shore - and across the road - from Merrymeeting Lake in New Durham, New Hampshire - with a 20-foot wide right-of-way to the water. Merrymeeting lake - photo credit - Sky Viking Records revealed the refuge had been built in the mid-1950s by an elderly man with advanced cancer. His name was Joe, and the camp's original name was "Joe's Haven" . The cottage was a true refuge for the new owners, but there was something strange that needed an explanation. What they originally thought was the wind blowing through the uninsulated walls was a mystery. But the sound had a human quality to it - sounding somewhat like the muffled voice of a young boy. At times, the wife thought she heard the names "Joey" and "Tony" being called and spoken in a very low tone. This continued with no explanation - and then it happened . One night the wife was awakened by ...

  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...