I was lucky to skate on Carnegie Lake — the way I learned to say it — as a child in the 1950s. My father sometimes manned a hot-chocolate stand run as a fundraiser for the Jaycees or Lions (can’t remember which, he belonged to both). It was weak and watery but burning hot so it did the trick!
I was lucky to skate on Carnegie Lake — the way I learned to say it — as a child in the 1950s. My father sometimes manned a hot-chocolate stand run as a fundraiser for the Jaycees or Lions (can’t remember which, he belonged to both). It was weak and watery but burning hot so it did the trick!