Lake Andrews vacations an epic chapter in Peters legend

Back in the 50s, Mr. Peters owned a plumbing and heating business in St. Paul. One of his part-time winter employees, Paul Tarnowski, owned a lake resort with "modern cabins" in Alexandria. Every summer for many years, Mr. Peters brought his big family to Lake Andrews for a couple of glorious weeks of fishing and fun at the Tarnows' Resort.
That's how we got to know the Peters boys, Steve, Dan and Jim. Shortly after their arrival each year you could hear them hollering in a high-pitched chorus through the woods that separated our home from the resort: "EE AH KEE" they would shout repeatedly in a code that was supposed to mean, "We're here! We're here! Let's play something or do something fun!"
We didn't have cell phones.
These summer-time adventures are fixed permanently in their brains, as even today they remember all the fun they experienced over the years during those magical weeks in and out of the water on the shores of Lake Andrews. They remember the part we Rolfsruds played as well, in our roles as providers of local color and resources for youthful explorations.
We lost touch with the Peters boys decades ago, the links broken as we grew up.

Steve Peters today

The Peters boys never forgot those days of excitement, often reliving the experiences with each other at family gatherings. But they could never remember our last name, even though they had driven past Dad's proud "Rolfsrud" sign on our front yard planter again and again those many years.
Last week, in one of those inexplicable brain flashes, Steve remembered it.
It didn't take long to Google up a connection to our unique last name and get a phone number and soon he was chatting with Stan's sister-in-law Nancy --- who had never heard of the Peters boys but gamely helped fill them in anyway. Sunday afternoon it was our turn for a person-to-person revival of the fabled Lake Andrew tales. Stan had an animated conference call with Steve in Faribault and his brother Jim in Indiana. Or was it the other way around.
Anyway, we talked about boats and fish and swimming and digging holes and a possible summer crush on our sister Solveig -- that name was not forgotten -- and promises were made to get together over coffee sometime, and to look up the old Lake Andrew pictures from the 50s. Those haven't been found yet, but we have one that Steve emailed along with this note:

Stan,
I'll need to look further for Tarnow Resort Pixs, but this is how we would have looked back in the early 1960's.
This is grandma, and all the cousins who would have a family reunion each year in the big cabin - further to the south at the resort.
Dan is top left, I'm bottom left, and Jim has the big ears on the right.
Steve