Monday, October 5, 2015

Mom/Grandma Sleeping

Now they are both "sleeping" in their favorite place. 

That blue chair IS the one that's up there. 

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Cabin Photos, Summer 2015

Jane Wynne Phillips, Timothy's wife, is a crack photographer, too, right along with him. Below is a link to her online photo gallery of pix that she took during our Phillips-Wood days together at the cabin in August.

This was her first time to visit the cabin but I think she was primed and filled full of stories and memories before they arrived. And she found the place wonderful, quaint and charming.

Jane Wynne Wong is first-generation Chinese born in Vancouver, BC. Her parents were born in China and immigrated (escaped) to Canada about 1962 and they still live in Vancouver. Jane's brother and sister and families still live there too. Jane works for the Department of Veterans' Affairs in Penticton and has about two years to retirement, not that she's counting.

Here she is slicing Timothy's birthday cake..... a Chocolate Ganache.... totally righteous and delicious and made with tofu! 

Monday, September 14, 2015

Troubled Cabin Wall

These photos were taken by Timothy in August 2015 to document the state of the wall.

When, on a future date, a family work party is organized to begin repairing the wall, please refer back to these photos to refresh your memory of the needfulness of the work.

Monday, September 7, 2015

Cabin Closing

The official cabin closing date is scheduled for sometime soon; Doug, Jane and Timothy will do the deed. And then our beloved cabin will look like this until next summer:

Mom's near-to-last trip up, with Karen in November 2010:

RIP, Mom and Dad, Gramma and Grampa, in your beloved place. 

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Cabin Words

You all remember how it is............. there will be a rock glued to cardboard and it's passed around the table and everybody tells what they see in the rock. (Yes, we did that, too, this time.)

But we also came up with a 1-word list of "what epitomizes the cabin to you in one word??"

How about: cowabunga,  canteloupe,  lake,  lazy,  memories,  family,  boys,  girls,  reading, firepit,  towels,  logs,  canoe,  hamburgers,  pancakes,  peanuts,  rocks,  dock,  chairs,  splashing, laughter,  squirrels,  Scrabble...... and Doug added hurachies.

Here be we, from left to right:  Grady,  Evan,  John,  Benjamin,  Jane Esther, Jane Wynne, Timothy, Rylee, and Austin, all enjoying Timothy's birthday burger celebration lunch. 

Monday, August 10, 2015

Sunset at the cabin...... sparks memories.

This delightful photo was taken by Rebecca Hope Potter in July 2015.

Did you all know she was named (in part) for her paternal great-grandmother, Efa Hope Carr?

Efa Hope Carr was born in 1889 in Nashville, Illinois. She became a teacher but had to quit that position in 1917 when she married Henry Melville Potter in Nashville. The mores of the day decreed that married women could not be teachers! Both of them were teachers and both agreed to postpone their marriage a few years because their income was needed at home.

Their first child, Charles Hobart Potter, was born in 1918 and died at age 8 of appendicitis. Grandma told me how she and Mel went to the store to buy a burial suit of clothes for their boy and when the clerk innocently asked if they wanted two sets of trousers with the jacket, she dissolved into tears and had to go outside.

Francis Harold Potter was born in 1921, followed by Kenneth Melville and Kathryn Hope in 1922. I think Grandma never got over the death of her first son, and went into what today would be called a major depression that lasted for years. Because of that, and with the demands of twins, Francis got kinda lost in the shuffle, I think.

Mel died of a heart attack in 1952 in Illinois. I remember we were living in Fairfield, California at the time. Dad was out hunting and I remember that Mom had to call the State Patrol to locate him.

Grandma Hope lived on until 1980 and did as much traveling as she could. She visited Germany (to see daughter Kathryn and husband Roger). I remember her coming with us in our 15-foot camping trailer to Fall Creek and Yellowstone. She lived with us at least part of the time when we were at Mountain Home and when Dad was stationed at Fairchild and we were in Airway Heights.

She died in Spokane in 1980 and is buried next to Mel back in Nashville, Illinois.

She was a feisty old lady. I remember this well:  When asked "How are you today, Grandma?" She would reply with a twinkle, "Doing in everybody I can!"

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Sleeping at the Cabin

No words needed................... my two favorite photos.............. indeed, they are not "gone" but just up sleeping at the cabin.... in "her" chair no less!

Monday, July 27, 2015

Wall maintenance ca 1970................

Ah, mem'ries..... light the corners of my mind......... misty water-colored mem'ries........ of the way we were.......

 And we loved being at and working at the cabin since we got out of the Navy in 1969 and came home to Spokane. No wonder Benjamin and Timothy are "pollywogs."

Please, family, send me your old photos and I'll happily post and share them with us all.

Monday, July 20, 2015

Jane's First Dock Picture, 1962

This is not a blog with posts just from me; if you want to blog here, post here, great! Let me know and I'll add you as an administrator.

Who are those young people?????  

Friday, July 17, 2015

Grandpa's Ingenuity

Some would see a rusty piece of junk  

Grandpa Frank saw a TP holder for the cabin. 

Mixing of the Ashes, July 16, 2015

Wednesday, July 16, 2015…… the day we placed Mom and Dad’s ashes under the oak tree at the cabin.

It was a lovely day. Puffy white clouds in the blue sky and the wind ruffling the water of Bottle Bay into whitecaps. Dave, Kirsten, Amanda, Rebecca, Donna, Timothy, Jane and Douglas gathered at 11:30 on the beach by the tree for the event. As Jeff and Paula were up next door, they were invited and did come too.

David lifted the rocks to reveal the box of Dad’s ashes placed there in 2009. We opened that box and the similar box of Mom’s ashes and set them side by side near the hole at the base of Mom’s oak tree.

Dave read the poem Rebecca had written about the tree (15 years ago) and everybody was offered the opportunity to say something if they wanted. I spoke of Mom’s fondest last wish that the family would be reunited and that perhaps today is the beginning of that reunion. I could not hold back the tears.

We each took turns using a big spoon to dip a scoop of each into the hole. Amanda did a scoop for Mathew. I did an extra scoop for Benjamin. It was hard to hold the tears.

Then as there was a cavity between the ashes and the “topping rock” Doug and Dave scooped a bucket of gravel to fill the hole; then the top rock was placed along with others there that Mom had collected.

We all then stepped out onto the dock and each had the opportunity to dip a spoonful and cast it into the lake. Mom’s spread into the wind; Dad’s was rather clumped and splatted, making an eerie ghost-like perpendicular shape in the water.

The remaining ashes were saved to incorporate into the next concrete mixing that needs doing.

As we finished up, David noticed that in the bush by the boathouse door there was a Yellow Warbler.

Was that Mom come to say “good job?”

Then we all had a group lunch dragging chairs to the round table on the beach. 

Saturday, July 4, 2015

Second Post of the Day, 4th of July

I can see that 7 people have already "viewed" this blog........ might or might not be you.

If you, just the family folks, will leave a comment, that comment will show up to others and we'll see who is quickly onboard.


Welcome to the Family Cabin Blog!

Not too fancy; just about right in my opinion.  I am working to take out the photo of Tika and me.....

Let me know what you think.

If you like what you're seeing, then I can add all of you as "editors" meaning that you can then contribute. And if you need it, I will post tutorials on just how to post a blog entry and even post a picture.......... wouldn't seeing some oldies be fun?