Posted On: August 17th 2026, 06:24 pm
I grew up listening to my Grandma’s stories about Willow Bank. In art school I thought a lot about nostalgia, and I took an interest in WB, not just a place, but a placeholder — would I ever walk that ground, see the water kids canoed on without life preservers (as was the custom back then)? What happened to the horse barns? Where did the furniture go? So many questions.
To my absolute delight, I got to go to Willow Bank this weekend. I did not expect to meet two brothers who were former campers. I hope we meet again to share more stories. Thank you to the owners and memory keepers of WB for this experience.♥️