When we were flying back from Iraq, we stopped in New Hampshire for fuel (yeah, about eight minutes away from new york). There was several hundred old VFW guys in funny hats, a few dozen random people avoiding work and a couple of school buses of children to greet us. The children kind of made us feel like a zoo exhibit, like they were quietly daring each other to run up and touch one of us when we weren't looking. The old guys though, gave the best reception I could really imagine. As we flew away from this mayberry-esque town, I came to the realization that those were the vets who came home to an angry country that gave a decidedly different type of welcome home. These are the guys who were spit on when they returned, and then have the class to welcome us with smiles and doughnuts, hugs and coffee, handshakes and chocolate... you get the idea. Its the kind of really upstanding gesture that almost makes me want to forgive an entire generation for ruining social security for the rest of us. Thanks for the doughnuts though guys.
I already mentioned this on facebook so sorry if you read both.
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?
No comments:
Post a Comment