My grandfather and his younger brother purchased adjacent parcels of land within walking distance to Lake Winnipeusaukee when he was just 18 years old in the 1930s. There over the course of time and many numerous weekends, two jacks of all trades, created what would be “camps” in their families for generations to come. My grandfather eventually created a two bedroom rustic home complete with running water and electricity. Here the family would retreat over the decades. His children brought their children and now I bring mine. I have many fond memories of the “camp” and now my children are creating the same and different memories as I did when I was just a little kid.
My grandfather passed away over 5 years ago and left the camp to his children in a trust. I find now that I do a lot of reminiscing when I am there and everywhere I turn, my mind floods with distant memories, smells, adventures and sights, when I return. Signs are everywhere and there are so many personalized touches that remain long after my grandfather. Although he was very strong and rough around the edges, everywhere I look, there is love.
While away, I also thought about my chickens. Apparently, they were well behaved, or so goes the report. They did not lay as many eggs as they had been but I suspect that is due to the horrendous heat wave that we are experiencing. My neighbors enjoyed their funny little antics and also found it fascinating discovering all of their unique personalities. They also viewed the girls’ eggs as precious as gold. It is amazing the new found value we place on things once we partake in their creation. I am sure my grandfather felt this way about the “camp”.
Every time I return home from “camp”, my faith in family is renewed. Despite families having their ins and outs and their ups and downs, memories of places and things need to be cherished. Sharing moments and creating new ones is what it is all about. I hope that I can help make memories with my family in our home. Hopefully, even some with the kids and the chickens. I can only hope that one day my children will return to what we will have left for them and feel the same way that I do about the “camp”, remembering the love, laughter and life.