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A
Bob-Lo Memory
from Dave Kern submitted
December 27, 2011 |
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Every summer back in the 50's
and early 60's, my family and I along with all the kids and
parents from Bethany Lutheran school would head down town to
take our annual Bob-Lo boat cruise to Bob-Lo island. As soon
as we were allowed to board the boat, my friends and I would
explore all the decks and later on hang out near the band as
they played after we departed. Captain Bob-Lo would greet us
with "Hi boys and girls, I'm Captain Bob-Lo!" Aunt Viola
would always have a picnic basket full of sandwiches to
enjoy at the picnic grounds on Bob-Lo island but the rides
were the chief thing on our minds! Love the bug and the
whip!
We live in Florida now but I
have high hopes that we will be making the trip back to
Detroit to take a cruise on the St. Claire one more time
once she is ready.
Dave Kern
Ft. Myers, Florida
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A
Bob-Lo Memory
from Linda M.
Cook
submitted
August 15, 2011 |
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Every summer
my family
would get up
at the crack
of dawn so
we could be
downtown in
time to be
on the first
boat away
from the
dock. I so
wish Bob-Lo
and the
boats still
existed. We
would pack
our lunches
and not come
back until
the 6:30
boat left
the island.
Great
memories of
a yearly
tradition
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Childhood
photos submitted
by Terri Cook
(1977) |
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Mary
Lettau's
grandmother and
friends 1962 |
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Mary
Lettau's
grandmother and
friends 1923 |
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A
Bob-Lo Memory
from Marsha
Kolar submitted
May 17, 2010 |
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My
best/worst
Memory of
the Boblo
Boats.
Best –
making our
way to Boblo
Island and
all the fun
rides.
Worst –
first date
with this
great
looking guy
– had this
new outfit –
white pants
and a
striped
jacket.
Everything
going well
until the
band came
out to play
– I HAD ON
THE SAME
JACKET AS
BAND.
Marsha Kolar
(64) |
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A
Bob-Lo Memory
from Mel and
Brenda Geloneck
submitted
May 8, 2010 |
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There are so
many wonderful
memories of my
many trips to
Bob-Lo during
the warm summers
of the 1960s and
early 70s.
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To me, the
memories are
not one
particular
visit, but
rather the
"feel" of
being on
those boats! |
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I can steel
feel the boat
start to throb
as the band
played "Anchor's
Aweigh". I
can still hear
the boat whistle
echoing up the
streets of
Detroit. Even
now I can almost
feel the boat
making its
U-Turn as it
left the dock.
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Another
constant memory
is listening to
the band play
and watching
people dance.
That dance floor
was unique: An
open-air wood
dance floor on
the second
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I also loved
leaning over the railing of the engine room and watching the
pistons moving up and down. That brings me to one of my
fondest memories: One of the people working in the engine
room saw me at the railing and asked my parents if he could show
me around the engine room for a minute. They agreed and in
a moment I was heading down the stairs into that big room that
passengers weren't allowed in! I remember that he handed
me an oil can and let me oil one of the engines! To me,
that was a big thrill! At the end of the brief tour, he
handed me a peach out of his lunch and returned me to my
parents. It was a
wonderful memory
that stayed with
me all my life. |
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As to the
Island: I
remember exiting
the boats,
walking down
that long
covered
"walkway" to the
island, and
almost always
having to
wait because the
train crossing
signals clanged
as the train
crossed in front
of us! It
was great
advertising for
the train ride!
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I can still
see the
restaurant in
front of me as I
crossed the
train tracks.
I can see the
jets slightly to
the left.
To the immediate
left, along the
shore, was some
twirling ride
that blared pop
music.
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The
miniature golf
course was just
to the right of
the boat docks.
Playing
mini-golf was
always a "must"
for me! |
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Adjacent to
the restaurant
was The Bug.
The Dodge-Em
cars (another
"must" for me
and my dad) were
a slight walk
from the docks.
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I remember a
huge picnic area
that was off to
the right (if
you turned right
at the
restaurant).
Going to Bob-Lo
for the Scotch
Picnic was an
annual event for
my family, and
for that trip it
often included
my mom's family!
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The old
blockhouse was
always
fascinating to
me. The
train took you
past it, and I
loved that train
ride! |
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Even now,
just thinking of
it all makes me
feel warm
inside. I
remember warm,
wonderful, sunny
days with
nothing but a
long, beautiful
summer (and no
school) ahead.
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The Bob-Lo
boats may one
day sail again,
and their wake
may one day lap
up against
Bob-Lo, but they
will never again
sail to the
Bob-Lo Island of
my childhood.
But the boats
will always sail
to my
childhood's
Bob-Lo in my
memories!
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