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| my mother and me at the cabin when I was six |
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| the old motor boat |
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| early morning looking out from the cabin shore |
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| picture of me reading to the kids at the cabin |
The simple, rustic cabin of my childhood was a perfect place to enjoy all the things I loved—playing ball, fishing with my dad, going on cabin roads, checking out the dam, water skiing, berry picking, and just curling up with a special book. As an adult woman with three children, I loved sitting by the old fireplace and reading stories, chatting with my mom or listening to ballgames in the old screen house, taking the small sailboat out with my husband and the kids, or photographing nature on the river. The time changed, but the love of the cabin remained.
And then one day came the realization that I needed to let go; as much as I tried, I couldn’t afford that simple cabin anymore. It hurt, and it still does, but the memories are lasting and wonderful. Ralph Waldo Emerson, the nineteenth century American writer once said, “Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything that is beautiful; for beauty is God’s handwriting—a wayside sacrament.” Remembering the cabin and the simple rural landscape, these are some photos of those magical times.
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| an Amish buggy on a country road near the cabin |
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| our oldest son, now 38, wading through the snow near the screen house |
Such great photos with this tale. Enjoyed this peek into the past.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment. The cabin was part of my life for decades, and although I was devastated when I closed the door for the last time, I do feel rich in memories.
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