Murphy

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#1 May 4, 2008
Does anyone remember the Brooke Lake resort
of cabins for rent in the 70's? It was advertised
in the Dailey for 99 dollars a wk. so I headed
there in 1976 and what a mistake on my part.
Is this place still in business? Has it closed
up and when? Was it a bad dream or does some
else remember my nightmare? Any info on this
place would be appreicated.
raynedrop1223

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#2 May 10, 2008
Murphy wrote:
Does anyone remember the Brooke Lake resort
of cabins for rent in the 70's? It was advertised
in the Dailey for 99 dollars a wk. so I headed
there in 1976 and what a mistake on my part.
Is this place still in business? Has it closed
up and when? Was it a bad dream or does some
else remember my nightmare? Any info on this
place would be appreicated.
that place burnt down a long time ago i think 79/80
Murphy

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#3 May 11, 2008
Did the lake burn down too? And the pool with the
rust ring 4 inches thick also burn down?
What a sleaze hole that "resort " was. Because
of that "little peice of heaven" I never returned
to the catskills and instead vacationed in the
Poconos. Do you have any more info on Brooke Lake
and the thugs who ran this "Devils Island" facsimile. Thankyou rayne drop 1223.
Nostalgia gal

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#4 May 11, 2008
The following remembrance of Brook Lake is true and in no way exaggerated:
CHAPTER ONE
Many Summers ago in the mid 1970s there lived a young couple with 2 small boys. Being of limited financial means, they were overjoyed to read a small advertisement in the NY Daily News that glowingly promised a restful warm weather respite in a bungalow community in the Catskills called Brook Lake at a very reasonable rate. A call was made and reservations were set. Bicycles were pre-shipped to Ellenville in hopes of many scenic rides through the land of Rip Van Winkle. A week later the small family boarded a Trailways at Port Authority and began their adventure. It just so happened that an extremely warm air mass hovered overed NY that day and the effluvium escaping from the arm pits of their fellow voyagers set a somewhat nauseus tone to their embarkation but the couple was eager and optimistic and somehow survived the very long trek to Elleville. Of course upon arrival it was necessary for them to inhale approximately 40% of the town's oxygen to continue the next stage of their journey.
Calling a cab which shortly arrived, they told the driver:"Brook Lake please".
"You want to go There????" he replied (as his head
turned around at a speed that made Linda Blair's demonic
cervical spiraling look like child's play."Oh yes" they answered and so with a shake of his head, the cabby put the peddle to the metal and up up the caravan went into the hills above lovely Ellenville. At last they reached their destination. As they turned the last corner on the mountain road, a multitude of bungalows filled their eyes. These dwellings ( the writer is being polite) were arranged little more than a foot apart from each other in a hap hazard manner and if they were ever painted, the only evidence was the microscopic paint chips holding on for dear life and slowly wafting in a gentle breeze. Oh well the couple had nothing against antiques. "Well here you are" said the Cabby staring into their eyes with a questioning look.
Off they went to the rental office(a somewhat bigger ediface but still in keeping with the wondrous architecture already seen on arrival). Chips, cookies, and toilet paper abounded in the "Welcome Room." The Manager told the couple-"So and So" will show you to your bungalow. "So and So" who bore a striking resemblance to Freddy Kruger sans the finger nail cutlery led the little troop to the very last bungalow and the one closest to the entrance. This would later prove to be fortuitous but we digress. The bungalow that was "all theirs to enjoy" consisted of two rooms and a bathroom--all of which could not have accommodated anyone wider than 20 inches. A refrigerator whose door was hanging on by a wire and linoleum which bore the traces of years of saturated fat cuisine gave the kitchen a truly "lived in" appearance. The 2 sets of bunk beds displayed mattresses with stains that only Jackson Pollack could have duplicated. Pillows whose feathers had for the most part "flown the coop" were finishing touches.
"Well what could we expect on our budget?" the man of the house said with forced optimism. "Lets go and see the layout" replied the slowly sickening wife. With their boys in tow, they took off to survey the "resort." A large athletic field lifted their spirits but not for long. At its edge stood the swimming pool--a much anticipated perk.
Around the pool sat a potpourri of gentle vacationers with dazed but happy expressions on their faces as they dangled only their big toes into the water hole. You ask why? It must have had something to do with the ring of rust encircling the innards. No one had told the couple to bring a supply of Rustoleum. This is not good thought our little family but there is a lake nearby so lets take a little walk through the grove of trees that leads to it...TO BE CONTINUED...
Nostalgia gal

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#5 May 11, 2008
The following remembrance of Brook Lake is true and in no way exaggerated:

Many Summers ago in the mid 1970s there lived a young couple with 2 small boys. Being of limited financial means, they were overjoyed to read a small advertisement in the NY Daily News that glowingly promised a restful warm weather respite in a bungalow community in the Catskills called Brook Lake at a very reasonable rate. A call was made and reservations were set. Bicycles were pre-shipped to Ellenville in hopes of many scenic rides through the land of Rip Van Winkle. A week later the small family boarded a Trailways at Port Authority and began their adventure. It just so happened that an extremely warm air mass hovered overed NY that day and the effluvium escaping from the arm pits of their fellow voyagers set a somewhat nauseus tone to their embarkation but the couple was eager and optimistic and somehow survived the very long trek to Elleville. Of course upon arrival it was necessary for them to inhale approximately 40% of the town's oxygen to continue the next stage of their journey.

Calling a cab which shortly arrived, they told the driver:"Brook Lake please".
"You want to go There????" he replied (as his head
turned around at a speed that made Linda Blair's demonic
cervical spiraling look like child's play."Oh yes" they answered and so with a shake of his head, the cabby put the peddle to the metal and up up the caravan went into the hills above lovely Ellenville. At last they reached their destination. As they turned the last corner on the mountain road, a multitude of bungalows filled their eyes. These dwellings ( the writer is being polite) were arranged little more than a foot apart from each other in a hap hazard manner and if they were ever painted, the only evidence was the microscopic paint chips holding on for dear life and slowly wafting in a gentle breeze. Oh well the couple had nothing against antiques. "Well here you are" said the Cabby staring into their eyes with a questioning look.

Off they went to the rental office(a somewhat bigger ediface but still in keeping with the wondrous architecture already seen on arrival). Chips, cookies, and toilet paper abounded in the "Welcome Room." The Manager told the couple-"So and So" will show you to your bungalow. "So and So" who bore a striking resemblance to Freddy Kruger sans
the finger nail cutlery lead the little troop to the very last bungalow and the one closest to the entrance. This would later prove to be fortuitous but we digress. The bungalow that was "all theirs to enjoy" consisted of two rooms and a bathroom--all of which could not have accommodated anyone wider than 20 inches. A refrigerator whose door was hanging on by a wire and linoleum which bore the traces of years of saturated fat cuisine gave the kitchen a truly "lived in" appearance. The 2 sets of bunk beds displayed mattresses with stains that only Jackson Pollack could have duplicated. Pillows whose feathers had for the most part "flown the coop" were finishing touches.
"Well what could we expect on our budget?" the man of the house said with forced optimism. "Lets go and see the layout" replied the slowly sickening wife. With their boys in tow, they took off to survey the "resort." A large athletic field lifted their spirits but not for long. At its edge stood the swimming pool--a much anticipated perk.
Around the pool sat a potpourri of gentle vacationers with dazed but happy expressions on their faces as they dangled only their big toes into the water hole. You ask why? It must have had something to do with the ring of rust encircling the innards. No one had told the couple to bring a supply of Rustoleum. This is not good thought our little family but there is a lake nearby so lets take a little walk through the grove of trees that leads to it...2 B CONTINUED
Nostalgia gal

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#6 May 11, 2008
CHAPTER 2
As they drew close to that anticipated body of water the air grew dense with an odor hard to describe but it became clear that it most likely emminated from the corpses of a rich and varied group of water life. No need to spend hours dangling a worm in this lake hoping to bag some trout for the "barbie." No indeed - just scoop up whatever lays belly up close to shore and get that fire going. Well as one may imagine our little family was somewhat disappointed and perplexed at this whole situation but they were away from home for a week and would try to make the best of it.

They headed home to the bungalow and being very tired after a long day of travel and unexpected surprises they decided to call it a day. As they lay on their bunks the air suddenly became very still and then seemed to take on a more vigorous character with the leaves on the trees outside beginning to turn violently end on end. Alas it was upon them - the terrifying mountain thunderstorm alluded to in Washington Irving's works--Hells Bells roared the thundrous clappings out of clouds which seemed no higher than their roof top and at the same time forks of lighting could be seen stabbing at the walls of their abode which quite frankly displayed a good many slits and holes through which they could have received a few good "sparks"--if you know what I mean!In the midst of all this pandemonium, a muffled voice called out over a loud speaker"Toilet paper and chips on sale in the camp store-hurry it's going quickly"

"This simply will not do" said the husband and he gathered his family together and told them "We are going home Nowwwwwwwwwww!" Having seen a pay phone outside near the road(Oh what a mercy), he promoptly called the cab company and requested to be delivered from this Outer Limits nightmare. Tired beyond belief, the little family jumped into the cab and as he pulled away with a cacaphony of thunder and a lit up sky behind him, the cabby said: "What took you so long?"
JohnnyQ

Bronx, NY

#7 Jun 5, 2014
I'm not sure if this is the same Brook Lake Colony/Cottages that my family vacationed at many times in the 70's, but we never had any problems there and enjoyed it very much. The pool was pretty clean for such a large pool. The lake was also very clean and we fished and ate what we caught every time. There were numerous activities every day, including Bingo nights, all types of sporting events, Movies that had only been out for a month/month and a half and Live music parties. I will always remember hearing announcements over the audio speakers belting out the days activities such as "tonight there will be Bingo in the Casino". One of the nicest features of the place was that you were on vacation, and you were told when you made your reservations that you had to bring your OWN linens, pillows, blankets and Pots/Pans, which ensured you had safe items to eat and sleep with. We had loads of fun every time we were there and always met dozens of other families who helped to make the most of what was there and how to enjoy it. It's too bad that some had less than desirable memories there, but some of the stories sound exaggerated, and unless the place was taken over after the 1970's and turned into a dump, I don't believe it could have gotten that bad.

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