Various Topics on Arthritis

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When I was a child my family used to sometimes take our vacations, in
British Columbia. We had a favorite place to visit, mostly because of the
fine
fishing. It was at a Lake that was about 30 miles long and a 1/2 mile wide.

While we were around our campfire in the evening the local Indians would go
from camp to camp selling their wares. They would also tell of the Legends
of the area. This one Legend always stuck in my mind.

It seemed that on this particular Lake two Indian Tribes made their homes.
They were, however, at war, with one another from years before.

There was an Indian Maiden in one Camp who was in love with a young Brave in
the other Camp. They used to stand, on the shore, each on their respective
side of the Lake, and chant Indian love calls to each other...even though
they were warned by their Chiefs that nothing could ever come of it. One day
they just could not stand being apart any longer.

That evening, on a cold Fall night, they each jumped into the Lake and swam
towards each other in the Moonlight. When they reached each other in the
center of the Lake, they embraced and, very quickly, froze to death. This
act so impressed the Brave's Tribe that they named the Lake after the young
man.

I will never forget those wonderful vacations that we spent at "Lake
Stupid."

..rv.. .. ..o..

thanks,,, I neeeded that. I think I swim there most of the time. :-)
Harv

"Nell" <nellybly99@nowhere.com> wrote in message
news:g2vmat$g6e$1@registered.motzarella.org...
> When I was a child my family used to sometimes take our vacations, in
> British Columbia. We had a favorite place to visit, mostly because of the
> fine
> fishing. It was at a Lake that was about 30 miles long and a 1/2 mile
> wide.
>
> While we were around our campfire in the evening the local Indians would
> go
> from camp to camp selling their wares. They would also tell of the Legends
> of the area. This one Legend always stuck in my mind.
>
> It seemed that on this particular Lake two Indian Tribes made their homes.
> They were, however, at war, with one another from years before.
>
> There was an Indian Maiden in one Camp who was in love with a young Brave
> in
> the other Camp. They used to stand, on the shore, each on their respective
> side of the Lake, and chant Indian love calls to each other...even though
> they were warned by their Chiefs that nothing could ever come of it. One
> day
> they just could not stand being apart any longer.
>
> That evening, on a cold Fall night, they each jumped into the Lake and
> swam
> towards each other in the Moonlight. When they reached each other in the
> center of the Lake, they embraced and, very quickly, froze to death. This
> act so impressed the Brave's Tribe that they named the Lake after the
> young
> man.
>
> I will never forget those wonderful vacations that we spent at "Lake
> Stupid."
>

.... ..l..

Harvey R. Stone wrote:
> thanks,,, I neeeded that. I think I swim there most of the time. :-)
> Harv

Don't we all.
But then - we can blame osmosis for our - mental lapses.

Dorothy
>
> "Nell" <nellybly99@nowhere.com> wrote in message
> news:g2vmat$g6e$1@registered.motzarella.org...
>> When I was a child my family used to sometimes take our vacations, in
>> British Columbia. We had a favorite place to visit, mostly because of the
>> fine
>> fishing. It was at a Lake that was about 30 miles long and a 1/2 mile
>> wide.
>>
>> While we were around our campfire in the evening the local Indians would
>> go
>> from camp to camp selling their wares. They would also tell of the Legends
>> of the area. This one Legend always stuck in my mind.
>>
>> It seemed that on this particular Lake two Indian Tribes made their homes.
>> They were, however, at war, with one another from years before.
>>
>> There was an Indian Maiden in one Camp who was in love with a young Brave
>> in
>> the other Camp. They used to stand, on the shore, each on their respective
>> side of the Lake, and chant Indian love calls to each other...even though
>> they were warned by their Chiefs that nothing could ever come of it. One
>> day
>> they just could not stand being apart any longer.
>>
>> That evening, on a cold Fall night, they each jumped into the Lake and
>> swam
>> towards each other in the Moonlight. When they reached each other in the
>> center of the Lake, they embraced and, very quickly, froze to death. This
>> act so impressed the Brave's Tribe that they named the Lake after the
>> young
>> man.
>>
>> I will never forget those wonderful vacations that we spent at "Lake
>> Stupid."
>>
>
>