My lake friend, Eulah, was one of my Ladies of the Lake. My cottage and her home were separated by a vacant lot where the Bad Neighbors now live. And that lot was filled with blue gold!
Every summer we celebrated the arrival of what we called Eulahberries -- tiny huckleberries, ripe for the picking.
It was easier picking those wee berries when we had shorter legs! The older we got, the harder it was. But the payoff was good. During a good berry summer, we'd end up with enough for cereal and to make Eulahberry bread!
Now there is a big, hideous house on Eulah's lot. They tore down all the trees and paved a driveway large enough to land a helicopter on. They are not lake people. They just live on one.
Eulah, and her husband Bill, are turning over in their graves. And alas, the days of Eulahberry bread are long past. Just sweet memories.