Goshen, New Hampshire-- perfect summer on Rand Pond

Here's some more recent history for a change.  Well, 50-some years ago actually, but it's MY life and memories.  In the mid-1950s, Bano and Papa (my grandparents Blanche [Thorsen] Lawder, and Don Lawder Sr., for any unrelated readers) bought a simple summer house on a tiny pond in Goshen, just 10 minutes south of Sunapee, NH.  Michael and I were driving to a friend's house in Sunapee on Friday and took the back route, up route 10, the road that pre-dates the interstate I-91.  I hadn't realized that we'd drive through Goshen, still a picture-perfect, tiny town with a white grange hall, town hall and congregational church that is the definition of summer to me still.  We asked at the general store for the location of a pond and fortunately the town has only one, Rand Pond.  We turned off the main road onto Brook Road and followed a small brook (duh!) 3 miles up to Rand Pond Road.  The road is just as I remember it, hard-packed sandy dirt.  And I'm pretty sure I found the right house, #110.  A little cleaned up, and there's a new shed, but the big rock dividing the shore line was familiar as was the view of the campground across the pond to the right.  (The campground has been there since 1912, I was told).  We used to walk  down there to the little store to buy Charleston Chews.  There was a place up the road where we took big bottles to collect spring water.  The spot is still there!   The pond looked beautiful actually.  Cousins Bruce and Susan will remember this spot.  Jill too maybe.