I really would like to go back in time. There is way too much going on in the world right now. It is very stress inducing. I want to write about happier more innocent events in my life
One of my most happier moments are the summers I spent as a child in the bungalow colony from 1960 to 1965. I seem to feel as though I’ve written about this earlier, but I can’t find the entry. So I’ll talk about it again. From the age of 6 til 12 we spent every summer at a bungalow colony in Monticello called Dingle Daisy. Our family along with about 25 other Jewish families gathered together as a small Jewish enclave where the families could socialize together and the kids could go to a day camp run by the bungalow colony owners.
We would fish and hike and play softball and soccer and tennis. There was always something to do. It was a closed environment where all the parents always looked out for all the children even if they weren’t yours. We would be out on the grounds of the colony every night until dark playing some game or another.
And there was a strong Jewish influence. All the bungalow colony residents were Jewish and in a large number of families, the parents were concentration camp or holocaust survivors. I saw the first time tattoo numbers on peoples arms. I had never seen that before.
I loved every minute of every summer there. I made many friends who I never really saw again after our years there. But while we were there these other boys my age were my running mates. We did everything together. It was all very innocent and fun. We had no worries. Just have a good time in the summer. So many visions, barbecues, marshmallow roasts, pizza parties, fishing, swimming in the lake, hikes, tennis, softball, 16 millimeter movies, Carvel, PT 109, rock and roll socials, Dads on weekends. So many memories.
I actually still have dreams about Dingle Daisy. The dreams revolve around reunions. Going back and seeing all the people I spent these great summers with. I am sure most of the parents are gone. My mom is probably one of the only few left and those parents who are alive would be in their 90’s. As for my peers, we’re all in our late 50’s to early 70’s. And some may be gone. But still, it would be great to go back for a visit. I would know exactly how to get there. I did drive by once about 25 years ago. It hadn’t changed all that much.