The summer before my father died, I packed up the car, installed Brian Williams, the cat, whom I had just adopted, as my co-pilot, and drove to meet my parents at our camp.
Simply beautiful! It brought back memories of when my sister and I had to manage the properties and estates of several elderly relatives who had passed away. The houses weren’t in great shape and needed a lot of work inside and out. With limited finances, we poured in plenty of “sweat equity” to make them ready for another person or family to cherish. Along the way, each place had its share of wildlife stopping by to check on our progress. We joked it was the “spirit” of an aunt or uncle returning to say, “good job” and “thank you”! Years have passed, and after moving a few times, I’ve noticed that animals always seem to show up wherever we go. My husband believes it’s because they sense we’re there to help, not harm. Without fail, two doves have nested near us each time—a blessing from Mother Nature that we chose wisely. Thank you for filling our hearts with joy, laughter, and love. Your words truly resonate.
A beautiful story. I had an uncle who had a place where we go all the time. He bought when I was five, but unfortunately he passed away at 39 when I was 13. He was a very interesting person, who I have been writing about, and thinking of sharing some day. I know how it is when someone passes and everything changes, but you keep those memories tucked in the secret part of our hearts. I am passionate animal lover with my photography. I get many pictures because I believe the animals think I am "safe", I talk to them quietly and move slowly so not to scare them. I did get a fawn, that popped up when my came up and it started to nurse, it is was special moment.
This is a really nice article you wrote. Thank you, and I hope to read more articles like this from your area. We used to visit frequently when the Champion store was there and buy lots of socks and shirts. A beautiful village.
Simply beautiful! It brought back memories of when my sister and I had to manage the properties and estates of several elderly relatives who had passed away. The houses weren’t in great shape and needed a lot of work inside and out. With limited finances, we poured in plenty of “sweat equity” to make them ready for another person or family to cherish. Along the way, each place had its share of wildlife stopping by to check on our progress. We joked it was the “spirit” of an aunt or uncle returning to say, “good job” and “thank you”! Years have passed, and after moving a few times, I’ve noticed that animals always seem to show up wherever we go. My husband believes it’s because they sense we’re there to help, not harm. Without fail, two doves have nested near us each time—a blessing from Mother Nature that we chose wisely. Thank you for filling our hearts with joy, laughter, and love. Your words truly resonate.
This is so beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing, Pamela.
Absolutely love! And I love hearing you after your written words! Thank you and please continue sharing ❤️🦌🦌
Another well written essay. You have a gift for capturing the importance of everyday events
Thanks so much for checking it out, Chip. Appreciate it!
Beautiful….tears in my eyes🥲
We had a similar cabin out side of Delavan. NY. Many similar experieces were enjoyed there
Lovely piece, Kate. And I agree completely..except when the rabbits and voles help themselves to my veggie garden!
Sometimes the critters are destructive but I can't bring myself to do anything that would harm them. They're all God's creatures.
This column really hit home Kate....thanks for being you my friend 💖
Thank you, Sharon. I appreciate it!
This is so nice and relaxing. Great jib!
Love your stories and the humor in your writing.
🦌I get it ❤️
🦌I get it ❤️
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A beautiful story. I had an uncle who had a place where we go all the time. He bought when I was five, but unfortunately he passed away at 39 when I was 13. He was a very interesting person, who I have been writing about, and thinking of sharing some day. I know how it is when someone passes and everything changes, but you keep those memories tucked in the secret part of our hearts. I am passionate animal lover with my photography. I get many pictures because I believe the animals think I am "safe", I talk to them quietly and move slowly so not to scare them. I did get a fawn, that popped up when my came up and it started to nurse, it is was special moment.
This is a really nice article you wrote. Thank you, and I hope to read more articles like this from your area. We used to visit frequently when the Champion store was there and buy lots of socks and shirts. A beautiful village.
very nice makes you think thank you
I recently visited a special place from childhood that evokes similar memories,
especially of the critters who tolerated us and our noisy chants of "how much wood would a woodchuck chuck ...?"
along the trails. Kate has beautifully captured the power of place and how it lives on within us.