Legacy of The Log Cabins
Years ago, the "young" crowd of that era gathered in the main sleep camp around the table, drinking rum and playing a few rounds of poker.
Their small children were snug in their new flannel lined sleeping bags, tired after a long exciting day of swimming, fishing and catching frogs.
The gray wool camp blankets were draped over the log beams to shut out the propane lights, and buffer the constant laughter and chatter of the adults, enjoying this rare carefree time together. Living the busy lives of young families in the moment, they could not realize how cherished these memories would become.
No one knew what life would bring any one of them, the major part of their stories yet to unfold. They had little time to ponder the future. Would there be more children? Successful careers? New jobs? Happy marriages? New houses? Long healthy retirements? Grandchildren to love and spoil? How many trips to these special cabins would be made? Whose children and grandchildren would spend time here, catch fish and canoe in this peaceful river, and share it all with their own friends? Would there be a family legacy?
Those young spirited comrades, sitting in the same chairs as I do now, simply let the warmth of the cabin embrace them in the moment.
But I reflect upon such things and ponder the common threads that tie us all together as I gaze into the flames of the same fireplace.
Mother of Invention
As etched into the memory of one of those precious children, drifting off to dreamland, in her new sleeping bag on the darkened side of the gray wool blankets!