‎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, June 11, 2006






Well Here are some updated pictures of our little family. This is us over mothers day weekend in Mexico. Kyle eating Brownies for the first time and big brother watching him. Here is our easter picture, a little late but had to get the scanner working again. Kyle is on the move now all over the place. Here are all the kids playing with their goofy daddy. We miss you all. We can't wait to see all of you in a couple of months. Hope you all are doing good. It's been in the 100s and 90s the last couple weeks, it sucks man, too hot. Well we Love all you guys, talk to you later from the Allan's in the sunny Cal.
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2 comments:

Bert said...

Those kids are getting so huge! I am amazed at how fast they grow.

10:28 AM
Lottie Dah said...

You're telling me! It's the coolest thing - watching them grow! Right, S & B? We were at the cabin yesterday and took a boat ride and I was thinking about what fun the kids will have at the lake. I was wondering if Kayla remembers being there a little bit. She was so little then.
We bought a new crib and put it up in the Loon Room!
Anyway, can't wait to see everybody!
M/K

11:14 AM

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