Remembering Dad..

Dad at camp July 2012 - Kokadjo, Maine

My father's legacy was his camp, he put all of his energy into the care of this camp. It showed in the decor, landscaping, and his hospitality. When I visited with my family he made sure the nightlights were in place, the coffee was ready for the morning's brewing, he would take his son-in-laws & grandchildren fishing & boating, & we would go exploring the area together -- a perfect host. We had the camp for three years after his death. One by one his children, grandchildren, cousins, etc  stopped going with the excuse, "it's just not the same". In my view its too bad the camp is no longer a part of us. For me it was a place to gather. To share in each others company of today's problems whatever they may be, it also was  a neutral place where we shared responsibilities. I am glad for my father's legacy, it gave me an understanding of nature and its place in the universe. Some day I hope to have a small lake house  where my husband & I can retire to, a place where our children can gather & entertain each other, and to carry on my father's legacy.   ❤️