And the pictures match the memories.

I remember my mom taking us to a place with copper water. Cockaponsett. For a while I wondered if the color of the water (and even the name of the place) was an invented childhood memory.

It's not.

My mom and her brother (Uncle Ronnie - ever the historian) and Aunt Roberta took a trip to Lake Cockaponsett in CT this fall and sent pics that matched exactly those in my memory.


A place where siblings can be goofy.
(Uncle Ronnie doesn't smile in pictures. He's clearly holding one in here. He's slipping).

No he's not


A place where the grownups can relax


A place that reminds me of my mom. Butterfly kisses Momsy!