Shadows of Days Gone By

It was a drive I had made countless times in my life, though it had been a few yefamily, Green Lake, memoriesars since I had visited. For me it had long been hallowed ground. Turning into the entrance brought back the same feeling…the feeling of entering a different place; the feeling of familiarity; the feeling of leaving the hustle and bustle behind (oddly enough, it is the same feeling I now get when I descend into the valley in which we live). This trip was different though, this trip had a purpose. Our family was gathering, my siblings, our kids, my nephews, our kid’s-kids. We were gathering from hundreds of miles away. We were gathering to celebrate my sister’s wedding. We were gathering to scatter my mother’s ashes along the lake shore she loved so.

Green Lake, is a conference area located in Central Wisconsin, located on the shores of Green Lake, near the town of the same name.  It’s official name is Green Lake Conference Center (we knew it as The American Baptist Assembly Grounds), to us, it was just Green Lake. As we drove down the main road, through the dappled sunlight, many of the changes since our last visit several years ago became apparent. Later, as we walked around the grounds, familiar spots seemed like shadows of days gone by.

family, Green Lake, memoriesMy brothers and sister and I grew up here, spending every summer vacation for years with our parents. We didn’t know until many years later the only reason we could even afford to stay at Green Lake was that my dad was actually working at the conferences. We were oblivious! In our younger days, we would spend our mornings (and parts of the afternoon) in the children’s programs, graduating from “door to door” each year. (Think vacation bible school with each age group in a different house, with a different color door). The afternoon’s activities included swimming, hiking, crafts and sports.

Even before we came as children, mom and dad were coming to Green Lake. Recently, I found a wood-burning project dad had made in 1945 while at Green Lake. He would have been 15. I wonder, was he actually at Green Lake when World War II came to an end? Why did they come to these grounds? Because their parents came to these grounds.

In the 60’s and early 70’s, Green Lake was a different place. It was bustling with activity. Hundreds of visitors each week. The front gate was manned by a guard, only allowing in the registered conference attendees, those there to play golf on the championship golf course, employees and a handful of folks that lived on the grounds. As children, it was safe for us to roam across the entire place. At night, our favorite activity was “deer hunting”. This involved piling four kids into a car, keeping them quiet, as my dad drove slowly through the overgrown gravel roads deep in the woods looking for deer. We would keep track each night of how many we, Green Lake, memories

As we grew older, we were able to explore more and more of the grounds on our own. As the years went by, my older brother and sister got summer jobs, graduated high school and no longer vacationed with us. My younger brother and I continued to anticipate our annual excursions. Together we explored, roamed the grounds, made friends with other kids attending (especially, the cute girls-made it to second base for the first time at the top of one of the water towers on the property!), and wreacked the typical havoc of two teenage boys.

Somewhere during this time, we got word they we adding an additional 9 holes to the golf course. You see the conference center was struggling to make ends meet and the revenue generated by the course was key to keeping it afloat. Not being a golfer at the time, we were devastated! How many acres of our beautiful woods would be devoured by 9 holes of golf? Gone was Quarry Road, gone was Tower Road. All for a stupid game?

Fast forward a few years, we were now grown, married, and had kids of our own. Being a young financially struggling family, we could not afford to go on vacation. When my parents invited us to join them at Green Lake for a week, we jumped at the chance. Soon, the annual trek was reignited. Each year mom and dad, all the siblings and their families would descend upon the hallowed grounds. At first, we all stayed in the same house. As our families grew, some of us would rent cabins, or stay in the camp grounds, but we would always spend time together throughout the week hiking, running, eating, and playing games.

family, Green Lake, memoriesMom would relish in the game of posing the JT and Brad’s stuffed animals while they were at the Children’s Center. It became quite a game to guess what Mimi had done with them now as we walked back to the cabin. That Pooh had many great adventures: playing board games, washing dishes, grilling out, watching TV, and playing tennis!

During this time, we were to learn some well-kept secrets of parenthood (JT, Brad, Jeff, Ross and Kyle you cannot read this part until YOU visit Green Lake with YOUR children, so just skip to the next paragraph). Secret #1 – Vacationing at a locale with a Children’s Center with lots of activities for kids ROCKS for the parents too! Parental down time! Secret #2 – When hunting for deer, it is not necessary to be as quiet as church mice, but how else are you going to get four kids to stay quiet for an hour?

We also discovered another secret – town! Yes, there was life away from the conference center. Before long, our annual treks had to include a meal or two at the Goose Blind Bar and Grill and Pizza Hut. We also included tours of the Rippin’ Good Cookies factory, the Amish bakeries and the various antique shops in the area. Who knew?!!?

Green Lake announced plans to, once again, expand the Golf Course. We were disappointed to hear more of our dear woodlands would be plowed under, however, since I had taken up the game and Brad was learning to play as well, we were excited (with a tinge of guilt) to play the new nine. Soon, “The Woodlands” would become our favorite of the two courses on the grounds.

By now, life had changed yet again and the annual trek fell by the wayside. Green Lake, always living from “paycheck to paycheck” was experiencing financially tough times. They began family, Green Lake, memoriesto sell more and more lots to private owners. It seems lake front property could garner a very high price! Our parents were now retired and spent three months a year volunteering at the Conference Center. They purchased a modest mobile home and leased a spot in one of the mobile home parks on the property. Carmen and I made it point to drive up to visit, if even for a long weekend, many summers while they were there. For a time, we had a motor home (Clark, that there is an RRRR.V.!) and we would stay “right next door” in the extended lot they had leased.

As mom and dad grew older, they decided to give up the trailer at Green Lake and sell it. During our final trip to visit, we learned the Conference Center was selling off the largest section of woodlands yet to a developer who would be building million dollar homes on the property, even the east gate would be removed to allow the homeowners easier access to the grounds and their homes.

Shadows of days gone by…memories of simpler times…a lifetime (five lifetimes actually) of memories. There are still parts of the grounds that remain. The grand hotel, Roger Williams Inn; Judson Tower standing guard; the boat house with it’s marina and docks; some of the cabins and houses; all can still be found. Call it the world we live in today, call it progress, call it competition for our attention and entertainment, call it what you will. I found myself saddened to walk the grounds and see the shadows. Much of what I remembered is “just ‘living memory’ that sadly no longer exists”.


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  1. Brad says

    It was bitter sweet. Almost as if something you treasure so much is right at your fingertips but you can’t touch it. The memories of that place will last forever. It saddens me that they can’t be recreated but I think that will make me cherish them even more. I can still smell the chlorine of the pool. The paint in the craft center. Playing tennis with my Dad or getting ice cream at the Inn with my cousins. More memories than I could possibly count. I didn’t realize what was being created all those years ago. Looking back, I am so grateful for those trips. A glimpse of simpler times. Of care free times. Just thinking about it now gives me chills.

    Thank you for sharing. I hope we can go back soon as a family. I would love to “pass that torch” on even if it is the shadows of days gone by.

  2. Anonymous says

    Wow, well said Dad…and Brad for that matter. Nothing I could say could match what I just read. Green Lake will always hold a special place in my heart.

  3. Anonymous says

    Cherish those memories and the ka-zillion others you have of those “days gone by” ~ those memories are so precious and the building blocks of the memories yet to come . . . White Tail Meadow will create those same precious memories for grandchildren as days go by. You are so blessed to be able to share so eloquently!

    Happy Birthday RockStar!!!!

  4. Anonymous says

    In our busy lives we forget to sit down and remember the good old days. Your story reminded me of the times my family would go camping. Three tents and one camper for mom and dad. The smell of campfire, walking in the woods scaring each other.
    Thank you for your story…sometime we need to stop working so much and remember the fun times we had with our families.

  5. Jill says

    Nice memories, brother. My connection spans decades, as well. I still get that magical sense of peace driving through the front gates. As a member of the board of directors for several years, I know the anguish we went through to “sell off” beautiful land in an effort to keep the center going. I want to add to your story by saying there are many beautiful landmarks that ABA is maintaining through donations and volunteers. Chapel in the pines, trails, the grape arbor, the green house, the rose garden, the prairie. I believe it is still the premier conference center in the region. If anybody is interested in learning more about the Green Lake Conference center and its offerings for a spiritual experience or a retreat from the everyday world, whether through nature or conferences, please check out their web site at It still is a favorite lake for fishing and boating, cross country skiing, or just a spot to sit and listen to the lake lap against the stone walls surrounding the property.
    I have taken several people to this place who have all commented about the beauty, the quiet and feeling of being in the presence of God. It is a bit different today, but the organization is committed to keeping as much of the history and period as it can while staying vital in a changing consumer market.
    I personally had the most beautiful wedding I could imagine with family around us, at an outdoor ampitheatre on a bluff overlooking the lake. I’m fortunate to have new memories of this sacred place introduced by our parents.

    I am not a spokesperson for GLCC, formally. But it is one of my most favorite places to be.

    • says

      Jill, Thanks for your comments. I totally agree, it IS a beautiful place to be and has many, many tranquil spots on the grounds. I still consider it sacred ground!

  6. Mitchell says

    Well said. We really did have some great times. I enjoyed cleaning up the Old Folks lot every year. Time by my self and nice fast walks around the perimeter. LOL… When I could breathe that is… I know we will have another trip as a family again, it’s inevitable. Yet, looking forward to it in an awkward way. Once again all of us together as a family will share what was given to us so many years ago…Jill is so lucky to live so close and visit often…We ALL know the serenity it brings to each and every one of us… Luvs and Hugs…..The Old GUNCLE


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