My Canoe Trip to Brandy Pond by George McIninch This story took place when I was about fourteen - fifteen years old. The year is 1937 or 38. Burns was a couple of years older than me. Burns Archer, who was kind of a leader for us boys, asked if we would like to go to Brandy Pond by canoe. Of course we said yes. My older brother Ernest, cousin Robert Avery, Bud Nickerson, and Stanley Spencer, took off from Great Pond with three canoes. I remember having to carry our canoe around Hulling Machine Rips. It was a chore. We knew we were almost to Brandy Pond when we passed through the Great Meadow, then to Brandy Pond itself. We put up our tent and made a fire pit with rocks to cook. Burns went out on the pond fishing with one of the boys, and told us he would yell when it was time to put our kettle of soup on the fire. When Burns yelled to us, one of the guys took a paper pie plate, shat on it, and set it at the head of the table that we had made out of several upside down pasteboard boxes. A bit later Burns landed his canoe and came over to the campsite. He glanced at the table, got on his knees, and proceeded to butter one half of a slice of bread with the contents of the pie plate. He then took another knife and buttered the other half of the slice with peanut butter. Then he took a second slice of bread, finished making the sandwich, and laid it on a fresh pie plate. With us all looking, he started turning the plate with the sandwich round and round. When he stopped turning the plate, he picked up the sandwich, turned to us, and took a big bite out of it, squeezing the other half until the contents oozed out. That’s when I threw up. To this day I don’t know how Burns spun that pie plate round and round like that and kept it straight, which side of that sandwich was peanut butter.
Posted on: Thu, 05 Sep 2013 17:34:40 +0000
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