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Having just finished reading the LSL newsletter I decided to tell a story of virtually a lifetime of memories on this beautiful lake every summer. I was three when my parents first discovered it. My two older sisters were to go to Camp Arcadia on Pleasant Lake in Casco. They came from suburban NYC with a trailer and 2 trunks to drop them off and somehow meandered into north Windham and Aimhi Lodge. They met Norm and Dotty Hodgson and my father helped Norm put in a well, as in the 40's Aimhi was just developing and cottages continued to be built. It was the beginning of a long friendship and many summers at Aimhi.
Memories of life on the lake, as told by Doug and Dennis Curry
Interviewed by Jeff Wilkinson
I had an opportunity to sit down with Doug and Dennis Curry on a Sunday afternoon to talk about their memories of summers on Little Sebago Lake. They spent summers at their family camp on Qualey Road in Policemen's Cove in the cottage that their father built in 1956. Qualey Road is named after Charles William Qualey, who subdivided his land and sold the lots for $500 each!
Their father built the camp on pressure treated utility poles sunk in the side of the hill. Over the years, it began to list towards the lake, and three years ago a major renovation was undertaken with a complete concrete foundation, new siding, vinyl windows, and a new roof.Their father was able to enjoy his hard work for many years until his death.Their mother continued to enjoy the camp with her family until just a few years ago, and it remains in the family, now owned by the brothers, Doug and Dennis Curry.
Qualey Road is located above Policemen?s cove, which is so named because there was a camp/retreat for policemen from towns in Southern Maine to relax and enjoy the lake.The original building was built in 1900 and was one of the first buildings on the lake.On the point just in front of the building, a cottage was built in 1902 for the staff.The original building is now called Glendonna after the grandchildren of the woman who owned it after the policemen. The small island in the cove is called Policemen?s Island.
Fond Memories By Constance Silver
LITTLE Sebago Lake is not little as a child. It is LARGE Sebago Lake..(BIG Sebago, huh?)
Larger than life, In many ways, it still dominates my personality. When you grow up with the cold bubbling springs under your feet and the many rock piles your habitant you ARE different! My first swim, my first ant lion, my first kiss...thank you, Norman Hill, my very first best friend, Jane Austin. Even my first job was there...I drove a 2 and a half power Water Witch to deliver the Sunday Telegram to the docks I actually hit. Occasionally, I would get a nickel tip which would instantly go to the pocket of Jimmy Spiers who sold me a 3 cent maple walnut ice cream cone!
My father, Harry McCatherin and his lifetime friend, Ern Ward held the distinctive job as the Dam men. They, very importantly, pulled boards out and put them in when called upon to do so. My father, I was so proud, was also President of the DUMP on the old Brown Cove Road. Interestingly enough, he was also the local bootlegger. Good old Dad had a still in the woods turning out rot- gut potato mash! I often helped him. YES...I was a rum runner at 9!Clearly a criminal character.
I am now 71 years of age and continue to spend every August at "camp." Does that make me a Mainer or a Maniac? I am told that a true Mainer never leaves and a Maniac does. Hmmmmmmmm! At any rate, the beautiful crystal waters still lap the shores and the clear class A lake exists, weeds be damned! The loons still cry and the bass still leap. The kids still scream and the bon fires blaze.
To sum it up:
THE LAKE IS THERE
IT STILL IS MINE
AND WILL BE THERE
BEYOND MY TIME..
FOR YOU AND YOURS
TO SWIM AND LAUGH
AND SOMETIMES TOO
TO TAKE A BATH
ENJOY IT WELL
AND KEEP IT CLEAR
FOR ALL TO SHARE
Rod Voisine and his wife bought a house on Little Sebago Lake a few years ago. Originally from Maine, they are currently working in Washington DC, but long to be in Maine permanently.
"Little Sebago Lake, my piece of paradise.
Where loons make home with woeful calls at night.
And beltway noise not heard, just tranquil peace and serenity."
by Rod Voisine, 2011