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Mary Oneida has an atavistic streak. She descends from a New York family headed by a graduate of the Yale Divinity School, himself a nephew of Daniel Webster. She goes to a prim New England protestant church on the edge of a 350 acre lake every day, before she carries her doughty figure over to the livestock, work the gardens, and make sure all accommodations are set for the customers she expects roll into her property to lodge in one of several cottages. If there is any other colonial American innkeeper characteristic that could come to mind, it probably fits her.
Keeping all that in mind one might almost convince oneself that the woman’s nudity is some kind of illusion. Perhaps it’s too sunny out. These things happen.
It might seem surreal, but your eyes are not deceiving you. For $90 a day you can skinny dip in her lake, pray buck naked in her chapel, or for a larger fee set your RV up in a lot she’ll rent to you. But whatever naked stuff you do, don’t make it funny stuff. Seriously, the wholesome New England Christian thing is for real. And she can tell you how it works, remember, she is descended from a well educated if heretical minister.
The family nude campground that she runs has strict rules, though they’re more pragmatic than Christian.
--You must come with a member of the opposite sex (to root out groups of gawkers)
--No animals (they may be nude, but that’s not what it’s all about)
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If you can spend some time with Mrs. Oneida, she might explain how she got into the business. It wasn’t inherited, thought perhaps the calling is in the blood. The lot cost her a life savings, that she earned in a sort of larval existence, when she was a city dwelling mother in New York.
“When I was 35 I went to a distant relatives funeral and started to discover a family history that I would have wished was apocryphal. I was too curious, and found out it wasn’t. Then I went native.”
It didn’t feel quite right at first.
“I was a little too Emily Dickenson New England Protestant, then I finally reached the naked Emily Dickinson phase, and here I am.