Throwback Thursday

1994. Twenty years ago, we moved in to the new cottage. B and I had been married for just two years; though, we’d known each other for ten. But, that’s another story.

moving day - B and I arrive
moving day – B and I arrive

1994 was a busy time for us. I wasn’t teaching then, so vacation time was different, very different. I was working for Vie de France – the restaurant business and my restaurant had closed for a remodel, B was working retail and we had to coordinate vacation schedules. And, 1994 was BK (before kids). Times are different, now we have two kids – W and O, and a dog, Ivy. I don’t have to save vacation time for summer at the lake. We can come here when we have time – summer, winter, or a three-day weekend when we can get away.

The original cottage was a log cabin with four rooms – a master bedroom, another bedroom, a bathroom, and one giant room that was the kitchen, dining room, and family room. It looked out on to the lake through a couple of giant windows, that’s the cottage B remembers as a kid. I visited that cottage only a handful of times.

It’s been twenty years that I’ve been coming to this cottage and it’s full of memories.

1994 when we moved in the cottage had no lawn – just sand. The paths we had were sand and everywhere there was sand. B and I were careful coming inside but there were our nephews – three boys ages 8, 7, and 5 here to help with the move. Today, those boys are grown, out of college, and fine young men making their way in the world. Twenty years ago, they were boys – and where there is sand and boys – there is sand everywhere. It drove grandpa nuts, so he decided to build a landing at entrance to the deck. He was on his hands and knees piecing the flagstone to make a semi-circular landing.  He worked on the landing and got her done. It’s still there and when I weed it I think of his vision.

Grandpa and his landing
Grandpa and his landing

Yesterday, all of us were hard at work with chores – weeding, restacking firewood, organizing, moving and shaking doing what grandpa would be doing. We finished the day with dinner on the deck and our first campfire in the fire ring he and I installed several years ago. Last night while O and I were sitting beside the fire we talked about grandpa and the cottage. She turned to me and asked, “Dad, what’s your credo?”

I didn’t have to think at all when I responded, “Make the Days Count.”

Grandpa was all about making the days count, he made every day, every moment count. Yesterday was a good day – a great day, but today is going to be a million and six times better. So, I had better jump up, jump in, and seize the day. Today is gonna be a great day. Making the Days Count, one day at a time, building memories as I go.

What’s your credo?

EDITING NOTE: I was not clear when I wrote this post – grandpa is my father-in-law. He has gone by many names, but since our kids arrived he is grandpa.  (7/4/2014)

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8 thoughts on “Throwback Thursday

  1. I love this glimpse at family history. My husband’s maternal grandfather was very much like your father-in-law. Nearly 60 years ago he bought a piece of property on the banks of the St. Lawrence river at Alexandria Bay, New York. They built a small cabin and vacationed there in the summer. As the family grew up and added children, a second cabin was built. Family together, being productive, all that was important to him. My husband’s granparents are both gone now, but the cabins on the river still thrive and offer family a great place to get together.

    Thank you for sharing these photos and your thoughts.

    1. We are blessed. My kids are so incredibly fortunate. My parents divorced when I was 13 and they did not have a vacation place. We had one aunt and uncle and one cousin. We’d visit our relatives or go on short weekend trips, but I don’t remember any long trips until after my parents divorced and I would travel to visit my dad overseas for a month.

      My dad and my father-in-law were very different men. The contrast between them is significant, both had a huge impact on who I have become and am still becoming. Thank you for stopping by and reading, reflecting, and thinking.

  2. Thank you for sharing something of your history. I always think the best teachers are those who’ve done something other than school, university, college and straight back into school again. I should have realise you’d have an interesting Life-Before-Teaching. Tell us more when the time is right!

    1. Thank you Margaret. I think that is one of my biggest selling points – life before teaching. So many of my colleagues have only experience outside of education in summer jobs. I am looking forward to the start of the Tour de France, I’ll be looking for you waving the Union Jack!

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