A Wood Thrush singing. A Hawk Soaring. The sound of deer passing by.

These are all memories I have of visiting my grandparents in the Poconos.

I am going there tomorrow. I love going to the cabin. The smells and sounds bring back wonderful memories of growing up years. Spending time with my grandparents was the highlight of my summers.

But for two years now it hasn't been the same. My grandfather died in September of 2003 and Grandmom moved into our area. She misses the cabin and Grandpop. They built the cabin and lived there for thirty years.

My daughter is 9 months old. I want her to grow up and know the special time of being at the cabin. I will share with her my memories. And maybe someday, my parents will be living there anticipating the summers when their grandchild will visit.