Our grandfather purchased Poplars cottage back around 1920, when air conditioning was for movie theaters and people flocked to summer vacation homes near the lake to cool off. Grandpa Phil owned it until the mid 1950's when he transferred it to his oldest son, Marshall. When Marshall passed in 2016, he wanted his three boys - Jeffrey, David, and Philip - to keep it in the family. Today, we keep the property both in his honor and as a place to relive some of our fondest childhood memories. With busy schedules that keep us away too much, and costly taxes and upkeep, we decided that the best way to keep our cottage was to share it with others who we hope will find the same magic we've known all these years. Even today, we each find that time slows down when we take a quick weekend to touch up some paint or do some work on our place. It's the quiet at night, punctuated by the sound of waves, set against the sparkling skies even in winter. It's the rawness of the rain when it flies across the lake, drenching everything, but vanishing almost as quickly. There is real magic in this place.