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.
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I am glad I had the chance of living at the cabin for a year and a half. I will treasure that time always. And even now the cramped feel of it has faded.
My parents are indeed planning to move there. Their house is for sale, plans for remodeling are mostly complete. But now it is grandchildren, and they may not be there in the summers. But we will still visit, always, any time of year. Even if it is just weekends.
I hope Ellie and Josh are able to retain their memories of our time living there.
