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
ANOTHER YEAR!!!!!

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