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Foreword
As we settle into the car, leaving the city for the hour and a
half drive up to Oak Cove Resort, our bodies reluctantly begin to let
go of some of the tension of our workday lives, anticipating the
release awaiting us there. As the car speeds on, bringing us ever
closer, past memories of Oak Cove remind us to quickly pay attention to
the antique store billboards, roadside fruit stands, and the
interesting, colorful towns sprinkled along the route. We are
eager to get there.
Images drift in and out of our minds, more vivid than the road
just beyond the windshield: flakes of sunlight dancing on crystal-clear
Lake Cora guarded by huge white oak trees; the antique-filled cozy
cabins and lodge; swimming in the pool at dusk; our canoe cutting
soundlessly across the surface of the water; settling into a shaded
lawn chair with a good book and coffee while the kids search for
turtles under the raft in the lake; the misty sunrise over the trees on
the opposite shore; mindlessly studying the gentle licks of the tiniest
waves on the sandy beach...just being...with absolutely nothing to do
except to relax and have fun.
In our minds Oak Cove is a jewel, perhaps passed over by many
because it is so simple, so quiet and plain. It has grown in our
minds as a haven for us weary, urban souls desirous of a respite that
connects us with quality family time, peace, and the sublime.
In the back seat, our sons, Nathan and Jared, are excitedly
chattering about whether to go to the pool or the lake before their
bike ride. They discuss the quality of the frog season this year
and wonder whether that big turtle is still around. They wonder
aloud whether Patrick, the rabbit that lives under the Bunny Hutch
cabin, will be there, if they will catch a fish as big as the bass in
the photo on the dining room wall, but mostly they wonder..."What's for
dinner?"
Everyone in the family agrees that the best part of all the
"bests" at Oak Cove is the delicious food Susan prepares for her
guests. The boys are always the first at the dining room door,
even before the big bell is rung. They have inscribed meal time
into their very being. They know that whether it's Mickey Mouse
pancakes, Susan's chicken, lasagna, or roast beef , mealtime at Oak
Cove is a real treat.
They eat massive amounts at each course, even the salad that
accompanies lunch and dinner, but always manage to leave room for
Susan's luscious desserts. We adults struggle to maintain
moderation. After almost every meal, one of the boys says, "We
should get this recipe," (as if they'd read our minds).
Now, at last, Susan has relinquished some of her culinary
secrets. She has provided us with some of the stories about Oak
Cove, stories that remind us that communal places where people come to
eat and rest, are also places of spiritual renewal and human
redemption.
So, when we cannot offer our sons "a boy's exquisite dream
day" of water, fun, friends and wildlife, or find Oak Cove's perfect
peace for ourselves, we can at least now savor Oak Cove's most popular
treasure--Susan's food!
Linda & George Bailey
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