At the bottom of the bay of Green Bay lies the city of the same name. It has grown a lot; when I lived there it was around 50,000 people. It became a world port when the St. Lawrence Seaway opened.
The Fox River was terribly polluted, though now it is less so. The river was an important part of the town, with a big rivalry between the East Side (our side) and the West. West High and East High were enemies on the sports fields. I went to Catholic schools, so I did not participate in that particular rivalry.
We spent some summer weeks at various rental cottages along the Bay, where the water was clear and indeed the Bay was green. We would walk along the blacktop roads on soft and melting tar that I loved. It could be formed into wrinkly shapes while the sun beat on it, yet it did not become truly liquified. After the shaping it would slowly melt back down to become the road again. Tires would adhere to it slightly, and they would make sticky sound as we drove over it.
Driving to "the cottage" was an adventure, partly because along the way, we would see a scarecrow that was always dressed differently, and partly because we would go to the Frozen Custard Stand. Ice cream was not as it is now. There were many local producers of ice cream in various forms, and though these days, frozen custard might be mistaken for what we now call "soft-serve", it was rich and yellow and dense, unlike the pallid concoction we know now. It truly was egg custard frozen and dispensed into those ordinary waffle cones, which still exist. It was marvelous.
The cottage was a one-story white wooden square house on pilings, with a simple shallow peaked roof, that was at the end of the little loop of blacktop drive off the main road, that led to a small section of cottages. Like most of the cottages it had a screened porch on two sides and was near the bay. There was a sand driveway, and behind the cottage was a wooded area. There were several cottages on the other side of the driveway, clustered together. There friends' families would stay at the same time.
Down the way was "the witch's house", a germanic stone cottage inhabited by Otto Kaap's family*.
*They had a restaurant, in which they sold homemade baked goods and candies, as well as Steiff toys. My experience of those delights gave me an appreciation for European-style bread and good chocolate. Someone was able to purchase the recipes and continues to sell Kaap's candies in Green Bay today.