This year, as summer rolls in, many of us are feeling a little stuck at home. But you can always escape into a good book. Or escape to Fortune Bay.
I wrote Lake of Dreams, a prequel to the Fortune Bay series, to give away as my gift to readers for joining my Readers Group. I imagined it as a fun little book – could see Colleen dancing on the dock in her cowboy boots – and was surprised at the personal, poignant themes that emerged as I wrote.
I was lucky enough to spend many holidays at my husband’s family cottage in Muskoka, in rugged, rocky, northern Ontario. From the stories I heard, he and his four brothers and sisters ran wild there for two months every summer throughout their childhood and teens. Later, our own children got to experience the fishing and boating too for a few weeks every summer.
This was our cottage for many years, my inspiration for Alex Porter’s cottage on Majestic Lake. |
On the long weekend in the middle of the summer, the whole active, extended family would meet there for the annual regatta. (Watch for the regatta to show up in one of the Fortune Bay books.) The cottage would groan, but accepted us all, squeezing us into the small sleeping cabins scattered in the forest around the central cabin. Our favourite place to congregate was in the Muskoka room, a screened-in porch that was a must at dusk to hold back the mosquitoes.
Clipped from an old cottage movie – it could be Alex’s Queen of the Lake. |
My father-in-law, the patriarch of the family, was a lawyer and eventually a judge, but up at the lake he was more like Alex’s grandfather than his lawyer father. There was a dock with a boathouse and a couple of boats, including canoes hung in slings against the far wall and a rowboat that we used daily. Early morning paddles on lake to the sound of loons were particularly magical.
My cabin at Fortune Bay is an amalgam of one of the cottages in the compound (the one with the washroom outside at the end of the porch), a cute white cottage down the lake that always seemed empty, and a cabin on the lake here on Vancouver Island. Like everything else I write, there is a touchstone of truth, although it is usually unrecognizable by the time it hits the page.
Eventually my in-laws could no longer manage the hill, and when the grandfather died, we were not as lucky as Alex and were not able to keep the cottage. A few years later I wrote Lake of Dreams, and didn't realize until later how many fond memories of summers on that Ontario lake had made it into the book. And, indeed, into all of the Fortune Bay books.
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Is there a place that is near and dear to your heart, where you can get away from your regular life and kick back? Or a place you remember where you’d love to return? I’d love to hear about it in the comments.
Judith Hudson
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Your cabin sounds like such a happy place. The sound of loons and the paddles dipping into the water. I'd love to visit.
ReplyDeleteMy husband and I have come full circle and now live on a little lake on Vancouver Island. Not the same as the rustic summer cabins though.
DeleteAs long as I live, I think a lake cottage will be a dream of mine. Now I'm thinking about it again. What great memories you have to harvest!
ReplyDeleteThey say you write what you know, and even though I didn't mean to, there was no holding back bits and pieces of memories from those days.
DeleteHeartwarming post, Judith. Love your photos and story, and how the magic of this special family place inspired your books.
ReplyDeleteI love your Fortune Bay series! My grandparents had a house on a lake in NH and we would go there often. Like you, we squeezed all the cousins into a few rooms at night to sleep. Swimming, water skiing, boat rides, jumping off the dock and swimming out to the raft. So much fun. Unfortunately, when my grandfather died my grandmother sold the camp to my uncle. After that we only went occasionally for day trips and not very often. Recently (after my uncle passed away) my aunt sold it. It had been in the family for well over 100 years! Such a sad day!
ReplyDeleteBut such wonderful memories! My daughter and I made a photo book for the whole extended family. Collected pictures, scanned slides, even captured stills from old 16mm movies from my husband's childhood. It's a wonderful memento and many family members have ordered one.
DeleteSummer’s at the lake...a Canadian tradition. You were blessed to have those times. And it shows in your writing!
ReplyDeleteFunny, when we moved to "the coast", rather than live by the ocean we chose to live at Cowichan Lake. I guess it's in my blood.
DeleteMohican State Park had cabins nestled in the woods where my friend's family of 5 had 1 cabin and my family of 7 had the next one over. To get to the tiny beach and big lake, we just had to "fall" down the hill. We shared meals, campfires, s'mores, swinging on the grapevines and hiking. It was a summer filled with memories, relaxing and not too many mosquitoes.
ReplyDeleteThere have to be mosquitoes! lol. I'm glad you have those memories to look back on.
DeleteYour vacation sounds beautiful. It's no wonder it ended up in your books. Lovely setting for romance!
ReplyDeleteIt is. I see my post doesn't mention romance, but of course each book is built around a different couple searching for a HEA.
DeleteWhat great memories. I was always jealous of families with summer cottages.
ReplyDeleteI was too. We had a couple of chances to visit other people's cottages, but the thought of having our own was a dream. I feel lucky to have had a chance while our kids were small to go to my husband's family cottage. Although, it was 3000 miles away, so we had to plan when we would go. But still.
DeleteLove this post...and now I really need to get the series! My parents had a lake house in Ohio when my children were little. Lots of fond memories of cousins and family. We've always been lake/ocean people. When I was a kid we camped mostly. Later, my children and I spent many summers oceanside at our favorite beach. Seems like we just can't get away from going to the water, even if we're landlocked! Great post, Judy. I enjoyed it. Took me back.
ReplyDeleteI think a lot of us are "landlocked" this year. Hopefully we will at least be able to carefully visit local spots this summer. But hold onto those memories.
DeleteI'd love to have memories like yours, Judy. I guess the trips to my grandmother's are a large part of my fond memories. She always made me feel very special--not that my parents didn't--and told me things my mother had never known.
ReplyDeleteLovely memories, Judy. Thank you for sharing.
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