To Both Ken and Kmartel,
I have to agree I was lucky to have lived in French Town for at least a few years. My name is Scott Crofoot. My mother, Ida Stelter and her family grew up in French town. I spent several years there when we lived with my Grandmother off and on while my Dad was overseas. Kmartel, by your description of the time you lived in Tomahawk it's more likely you may have known my mother. I attended Fulsher Elementary, Washington Elementary and Tomahawk JR. High before I moved away. I used to love fishing in the pond at the end of Mill Street and broke in my Ronco pocket fisherman there by catching a 4lb Bass. My Aunt used to keep a boat over at my Great Uncle Lyle Emory’s house and I used to row it by myself all the way up to the point and even over to the railroad tressel to fish. I caught many a northern in the lily pads off Bradley park. I think back to the freedom I had as a kid, especially during the summers, to go wherever I wanted. I wish my kids could experience that now, but it’s a different world.
I remember in the winter I used to drive the old Skidoo 10hp machine through the park where I learned how easy it was to get stuck. Good times. On another day in the park we were walking the old road up to the point when we saw a low flying Cessna type pontoon plane snag on a cable hanging across the river to one of the islands. It slung the plane back and slammed it to the water right onto its pontoons. Weirdest thing I've ever seen! Everyone was fine and after about 30 minutes they all climbed back in and took off. Figure the odds! You never knew what wild life you would see in the park when riding your bike through. Deer, Ducks, Muskrats, Eagles, Squirrels to name a few. It was a great place to be a kid and I did not know how lucky I had it.