Clevelands House is a family resort in Muskoka, Ontario, Canada that was established in 1869. I won't bore you with every little historical detail about the place but might tell amusing stories about the days gone by as I see fit. My Dad Bob Cornell went there with his parents when he was a kid and when they arrived he turned to them and said 'I am going to own this place one day' and just over 20 years later that is exactly what happened. He met his future bride there and they had 3 kids, I am the youngest. My older sister and brother also met their spouses there, me? I am still looking but am officially too old to find my future hubby amongst the staff! In some parts of the world I am sure an age difference this big is normal but it is something I frown upon, I mean there are cougars but this age gap is just gross. I am 41 and the staff are mostly 17 - 24 you do the math!
When I was a kid I used to say 'I can't wait until I am the age of the staff' now I say 'I wish I was the age of the staff' as I turn my light out just as the bus is leaving to take everybody out to 'Resort Night' at the local bar. I used to get on that bus with 12 cans of beer and hand them out on my way to my seat - my how times have changed.
Starting this blogging adventure is my attempt to recount some of my favorite and sometimes not so favorite stories and memories of this magical place I have called home for my entire life. I am now the Director of HR there and hire all of the seasonal staff which means every winter I get to read about 1000 resumes where kids tell me how great they are - more on that to follow! I could write a book about the current generation and hey I might, mostly they are great kids but some of them are a piece of work.
The title of this entry came about from a resume I received about 10 years ago. I opened it up and started reading the cover letter which began with 'I have always wanted to work in the hostility industry...' needless to say I couldn't wait to show it to everybody in my office and had it pinned up on my wall for months. Believe me there are times when that is exactly what this industry is, the 'hostility industry' and not the 'hospitality industry'. I am sure the girl who sent me that resume had no idea how right that statement could be at times.
When people who haven't worked at 'Cleves' ask me what it was / is like to work there I cannot help but smile and give the cheesiest answer possible 'It is like Dirty Dancing' because that is exactly what it is like (we haven't had a dance instructor as hot as Patrick Swayze in my day but I keep hoping). It is a feeling that very few people can describe. It becomes part of your soul, shapes friendships we will all have for our entire lives and evokes great memories as we age. Some of my favorite times are when I get together with a group of people from 'back in the day' and we tell the same stories over and over and I am eventually crying I am laughing so hard. Good times I say and don't forget 'Nobody puts Baby in a corner' is the best movie line EVER!!!

I'm excited and terrified at the same time over this blogging excursion you're going on. Remember - what happens in....stays in.....oh damn maybe not!!! Can't wait to read more Sandy!
ReplyDeleteI'm going to love reading your updates, Sandy. Cleves was a HUGE part of my teen years (the John Hughes era). Deck shoes, mixed tapes, lots of plaid and hair gel. Sigh. — Alison G-J
ReplyDeletelove love...what a fabulous introduction! I can't wait for more...you know that you have just started one more thing to help me procrastinate:)
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Good work Sandy! What a tremendous idea!! Cleve's is/was such a defining time in so many lives. There are so many characters/wonderful people to remember. Auntie Marg, Doug Selland, Neil Paton, Dorkin and Lynn, Chef Henry, Ross the Baker, Charlie and all the kitchen staff from Hong Kong?, the old chef - his name escapes me just now - I just remember being terrified of him, Betty and the ladies in the laundry, learning how to run the dish washer, remembering where all the damn light switches were, all over the property, to get them all on at night praying that I remembered them all and if I didn't hoping your Dad wouldn't notice - always a vane hope, worrying about catching all the burned out light bulbs before your Dad could remind me (I still harp on burned out light bulbs today - where-ever I go- your Dad has that effect on people).
ReplyDeleteI'll look forward to catching your updates! Have lot's if fun - there are lot's of funny stories to tell.
Did you ever hear the one about the Muskoka Lakes 'Caps' Association??? I'll fill you in another time.
Cheers................
Kelly Schnurr
Hey Sandy - Just found your blog, so I'm starting here at the begining. Your last paragraph sums it up perfectly. You really have to experience it to fully understand it. '88 to '91 were probably 4 of the BEST summers of my life, hands down. So many times I've wished I could re-live it all over again!
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