A Chapter Closes

This weekend a new family took possession of the house I called home growing up.  It was bittersweet, I haven't been able to enjoy that lake that I loved growing up for many years but still loved that I was able to grow up there.  I would have liked for my sister to buy it but that wasn't to be.

Have to admit that more of my time was spent doing this... or swimming.... or waterskiing.... but the red house on Union Lake made it possible for me to enjoy all of the above.

Our grandfather had the house built when our dad was 8.  I don't remember how old I was when our dad bought it from Grandma after Grandpa died.  I was probably in 3rd grade.  There is a lot of history there, lots of partying too.  No one can take those memories away, not only of the time we lived there but stories our dad told of his childhood there.  And since Grandma lived with us, she too had lots of stories and lots of family and friends who visited.  Lake living means company... Our parents rule was.... "You're welcome anytime, bring your own meat and a dish to pass."

Time now to move on.