When I see this picture, it reminds me of all the times us kids were gathered just before bed and listened to Auntie Lois read us Hardy Boy mysteries or "I Want To Go Home" as we ate our Night Lunches and listened to the green Coleman lantern hiss and creak as it swayed from a hook in the celing. I remember watching as it pulsed when it ran out of gas or pressure, and the sound of someone pumping air into it will always remind me of those nights. You can see the jar of matches sitting on the table. Each cabin had a jar for wooden matches, and I believe Auntie Susan is now the proud owner of one of those jars.
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