Summertime Joys
(One in a series of articles by Nancy Burgess originally printed in the no longer published HOMETOWN Lake Zurich magazine.)
"Summertime, when the living is easy....."
When George Gershwin wrote this song, he was not singing about life
on the farm in rural Illinois. While we think of summer as a time to
relax, take life easy, enjoy the warm air, and give ourselves the
chance to recharge for the year, the folks who farmed the land in
Lake Zurich spent their summers much differently.
Before the 1900s, children left school in April to go home and work
on planting, preparing the fields, and helping with household
chores. The work was backbreaking. When children did have free time,
they really enjoyed it.
Summer had the novelty of being the time of year when many plants
bore their fruits and wild flowers grew in the woodlands. When Irene
Mills (who later married into the Snetsinger family of Lake Zurich),
was a little girl living on a farm in Diamond Lake, she remembered
taking fishing treks with her sister to nearby Indian Creek. Along
the route the girls would stop to pick wildflowers and to help
neighbors with berry picking. Wild strawberries and raspberries
filled the vines in July.
Summer was also the time of year when lots of strangers passed
through town. Gypsy caravans, carnivals, resort folks, and wanderers
were regular sights along the sleepy dirt roads. These strangers
were quite a sight and an adventure for farm children in the ho-hum
life of daily chores.
By 1924, the resort business in Lake Zurich was full force. It was a
year when things on area farms were tough, and some people opened
their homes to boarders and created picnic groves on old pastures.
This was the year that Irene Mills married Clarence Snetsinger.
In her diaries, Irene remembered that summer: "Clarence's parents
were running a picnic grove across the way, and several hundred
carloads of people traveled from Chicago every Sunday. There were 20
boarders staying at the house for the summer, so we extended a
helping hand. I helped prepare the meals on Sunday and between
times, we made a couple hundred hamburgers and hot dogs, ham and egg
sandwiches, and pots and pots of coffee for the picnickers. If we
had any time to spare, we helped out at the refreshment stand
selling ice cream cones, candy and pop- a couple hundred cases on
good days." (Before the advent of the refrigerator, folks prayed
that the ice in the ice houses would last through July so that there
would be ice cream for the Fourth of July!)
The Snetsingers weren't the only people in town who found the
resorts, for many years, were a part of summer life. When Spencer
Loomis was a child, his family lived along Old Rand Road. They would
spend every Sunday sitting on their front porch watching the resort
visitors heading back to the city. The traffic was so congested,
that the family could hold a conversation with the folks leaving.
"It was better than anything on TV"
When Bob Grever was growing up on the farm, the week was dedicated
to work. But on Sundays after church, the boys would grab their
sports equipment and head to Lions Park for some good old-fashioned
baseball. Labor Day was the big weekend for celebrating, and Sunday
afternoons were the favorite time of summer.
During the 60s, things had changed dramatically in Lake Zurich.
During the summer there was less work without the farms and more of
the "good old summertime". The Frontier Enterprise, which was the
local newspaper, described summers during the 60s: there were
smorgasbords at Farman's after racing at Arlington Park, the same
old discussions of how to clear the lake of weeds, summer band
concerts, and fishing. And every Fourth of July, the town called for
two minutes of bell-ringing at 1:00 p.m. to commemorate the birth of
the nation.
Today, some children go to summer camp, some stay home and spend
their summers at the beach, or vacation with the family. There is
always much celebrating to do in July: the annual Fourth of July
picnic, Alpine Days, the Farmer's Market, area festivals, community
band concerts, and of course, the lake.