Dad used this song to wake up Presbytery Point Family Campers. That week on Lake Michigamme, which had so much iron in its water that it would make your skin look orange as you swam in it, was a feature of our summers almost as far back as I can remember. There was a tiny cabin near the Deep Beach pier, the front room of which housed the turntable that was hooked up to the speaker outside, and that had a small room in the back with a couple bunk beds, if memory serves. I seem to remember the Rancks actually stayed there until there were enough of us that we would have burst the cabin's seams. This is Gordon MacRae's version from the 1955 movie.
Today's the 11th anniversary of Dad's death. April 26, 2006 was the Orthodox Easter, appropriate for an ecumenical Presbyterian pastor to choose to join his wife in the great beyond.
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