Playing with frogs, messing with the chef

I think I am "the baby" mentioned in the post about Breslows, but a couple things are slightly off. My birth dad was Ed Cohen, (called Richard in Allen's post). One of the brothers running the resort; his brother was indeed Frank. Ed has passed away, about 7 years ago. My mom is Marcia (Cohen) Goshen, mentioned in the post. She and Ed divorced when I was 4, and she remarried Bill Goshen, (I think they met in Moodus or East Haddam) they still are together and live in South Florida. My initials and nickname were indeed ABC, but my name was Andrew Bennett Cohen (not Amy Beth) but that's understandable, it's been 50 years since I left Moodus at age 4!

Surprisingly, I actually do remember a few things, but also when my brother Mat and I went back one time a few years later and visited Ed at Breslows. He was still running it with his new wife Pat. Pat had a cool blonde kid (Michael?) who took me around that week.

We played with impossibly giant bright green and gold bullfrogs in the pond, explored everywhere, stayed in the cabins, listened to Beatles songs on transistor radios and got in the way of the always gruff (and possibly intoxicated) cook, Sterling. He seemed to like us kids, but yelled at us a lot. We shared cool secret spy things, like "the rock trick" , where you hid in the woods and threw a rock somewhere away from you to make someone think you were somewhere else.

From age 4 or so, I actually remember tagging along at get-togethers (were there bleachers?) with the older campers and singing John Jacob Jinglehammer, 100 bottles of beer, the hole in the nickel song and other camp staples. I also remember doing the bunny hop off to bed and being shooed out of the kitchen by the sweaty Sterling, dusty with flour and brandishing a rolling pin yelling ... "Out, out, out of my Kitchen!"

--Andrew Bennett (Cohen) Goshen