My family went nearly every weekend to the Monroe Ski Tow.  My mom would drop us of and go over to Barnet to visit with her sister, Barbara Dunbar.  We loved it.  One day my coat got twisted around the rope and somehow I was flipped up and over the safety rope.  My sister, Jean Girouard threw herself on the rope to stop the tow. I thought I was going to get killed in the pulley. I was probably 8. The main hill was perfect. Just the right steepness for everyone.  The trail through the woods had a jump in the middle of the hill. I never got the courage to go over it.  I was always impressed when my brother, Mike, would sail over it.  Ernie Locke did too. 

I used to wait for one of the big kids to pick up the rope and I would get behind them because it was so heavy.  Big kids helped the younger ones. I don't ever remember anyone bringing anything but helpful. I don't remember adults being there except maybe one man to run the tow.  We loved going and slept well that night.

In the picture, I am in the center, just above the boy in the front middle. My left hand is out with my pole. My sister Jean is on the far left.