‎63 Years of Memories....

‎63 Years of Memories....
that's what I have now. The photo below shows the chair on the point which for so many years was my father's favorite after-supper place to contemplate and cast for walleye. As much as I feel guilty about what's happened, I know he would understand and even say there's nothing to forgive. He lived life fully and moved on many times. I'm the one with the unique experience of being attached to a beautiful place for my whole life. And despite all my best efforts, yesterday the 'cabin' was sold. I signed the papers and, truth be told, a weight was lifted. A new life lies ahead without the obligations, but with all of the wonderful memories. My unrelentingly positive attitude says this is truly how it is, but my heart is still sad.

There are some things in life for which the balance between the obligation and the joy of ownership often cannot be sustained forever. It became clear that I was no longer up to the task of taking care of the place quite a while back. However, knowing what needs to be done and doing it are often far apart. Finally, no choice was left. It had to be sold.

Now it's gone. No more worrying about how long the grass or how deep the snow is up there. No more sublimely pleasurable early morning cups of coffee sitting on the dock when the color of the lake is like pale blue glass and the air is completely still. No more endless repairs, high taxes, and utility bills. No more late nights around the fire pit with friends and family - warm from both fire and friendship. No more frozen pipes or emergency calls to the furnace guys. No more saunas and midnight skinny dipping that make you feel like you'll live forever while your connection with nature is confirmed by the gazillion stars of the milky way and the loons calling out in the dark. No more concerns with low well water levels or water so hard and full of iron the clothes turn yellow and your newly washed hair feels like brillo. No more finding the way home by boat in the dark after a long day on the lake feeling like this is the only place you really, really belong. No more praying that the boathouse will make it another year without collapsing. And ultimately, no more making new memories with friends, family and loved ones. No new memories, that is, at Half Bay, Lake Vermilion, Tower, MN. New life... here we come!

How do you thank a place for memories?

Sunday, April 23, 2006



Hi Guys,

Well, here are the first action pics of Redmond and I, they are pretty nice shots I think. The red one is in the first 1.40 class I did. The blue jump is my favorite, from the class we won, and I've never had a landing shot like this, and he is so expressive, flipping his tail in the air and check out his hind legs! Besides, we match!!! I am making copies to send to any of you if you would like, the pictures you all have of me and the horses are all very old, and these look way better in real life. Hope you can see how much we click together!

Love Bree
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2 comments:

Lottie Dah said...

Oh, so pretty! You can really see how big he is because you look so little. I just checked other photos of you big horses in the past and your boot bottom is at the bottom of their belly. On Redmond, your foot is half way up his side. His tail is spectacular, but I like the way his head is tucked on the red jump. He seems so aware of how he looks. Gorgeous!
Thanks for posting these. And, yes, I'd love a copy!
H&L,M

6:25 PM
Bert said...

Great images Bree!! Looking good. Everyone here at work is stunned at how cool Redmond is.

4:37 AM

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