The Thousand Islands

There we were for the summer, Living on one of the thousand islands. Our parents had reserved the island for us, My brother and I were on vacation. Our father had packed the Volkswagon to the brim, With supplies and clothes, took hours to pack and unpack. Father would go and buy the groceries for us, Mother would cook delicious food for us. The island was beautiful, We would go swimming in the lukewarm water. i remember the time when my brother Tom, Was floating on an air mattress . Father tipped him and he fell in the water, He didn't like that much. We all liked swimming, Our parents had taught us. We played games in the living-room, Gin rummy was our favorite. Each summer our parents treated us to a cottage holiday, What a blessing from our parents and God. Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz