My grandparents had a summer place there - just a lot of small bedrooms, a big kitchen, and mostly outdoor plumbing. This was back in the 40's. Hudson Lake consisted of a combination gas station/post office/ grocery store in the center of town, and then later, a hardware store moved in down the road. Except for the big casino/dance hall down by the lake, that was the whole town.
Wild strawberries and cherry tomatoes grew by the side of the railroad tracks. The old man who lived next door to us had a peach orchard and an old Gibson harp guitar. We'd sit out on a big screened porch at night, listening to the frogs and watching the fireflies. Mint julips grew all around the house, and it always smelled pretty nice there.
Sometimes, we'd go to New Carlisle to watch a movie in a big outdoor lot, where the man ran the projector from the back of his pickup truck.
Thinking back, it was about as close as you could get to Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. No one locked their doors, you knew the names of all the people in town, and nobody's dog ever growled at you when you walked by.
Only trouble I ever got into was when I found a stick of dynamite under the front porch and dug a hole in the back yard and lit it, thinking it was a big ol'
firecracker. Made a really nice hole, and nobody was really too mad at me, they were just glad I didn't get hurt.
As I said, I have fond memories of the place.