My head swelled with a rush of wonderful memories when I read your recent article about “Uncle Bob Island.” I am Uncle Bob. Why the island name and how did it get on the lake map? Well, way before we all had cabins and kids had their own watercraft, family and friends would gather up at the “unnamed” island and hang out all day – and most of the evening – ending with a bon fire. Over the years, as nieces and nephews came along, I was obviously called “Uncle Bob” and their friends and family started calling me Uncle Bob. And they all called the island “Uncle Bob’s Island.” It was THE place to gather up and hang out.
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