After riding for several hours on highways, and then on roads through marshy settings interrupted by cabins and trailer parks, a passing the enticing sign for the Blue Hole in Castalia, and the somewhat mysterious billboard for Sorrowing Mother Shrine, our hot and cranky spirits were lifted when my Dad marked our arrival…..
In 1923, if you were on vacation by the shores of Lake Erie, you would have spent your summer days in proper and sedate fashion. You walked and enjoyed nature, took art classes and listened to enriching seminars, and attended chapel and live performances at the auditorium in the evening.