The Lake in the Woods

This weekend I spent time with my family at what I call the Lake in the Woods.  This lake is well known where I live and my parents who never stay in one place longer than you can spit in the wind,  (Had to throw some southern twang in there) have been renting a house where they can view the lake from their front porch.  It is the best place for a granddaughter to visit her grandparents.  However, they have to keep moving so they are looking at houses to buy.  Keep in mind that my parents have never owned their own house so buying in your 60s seems a bit strange.  Wait!  This is my family!

Anyway, the visit was great.  It was very chilly out at the lake but my daughter got her time on the front porch swing, some great food from a place no one should find but everyone does, a history lesson in an old county jail and provided her recommendations on what should be changed in an underground storm cellar.  Pretty busy day for a 5 year old!  These are the things we do when I spend time with my family.

My daughter was fascinated with the "poop hole" as we called it in the old jail!  She wanted all of us to really check that out.  Thank goodness the jail had not been used in probably a 100 years.

I find the drive to the Lake in the Woods to be calming for me most of the time especially when little bit is playing a game or watching a movie.  The roads are familiar to me and remind me of my childhood.  I remember all kinds of things when I am there.  The old houses, the supermarket that refuses to go away, the strip mall where I bought my first car insurance policy, the remains of a restaurant my grandparents loved but we felt needed to come down long before it did.

I was lucky!  I got to spend so much time with my grandparents and learned so much from them.  I wish that I had spent more time just talking to them and asking them about their lives.  This is why I am writing these things down now.  I want my daughter to know what it was like for us because her world will probably be so different.

I hope we get to visit the Lake in the Woods more before my parents make their next move because it reminds me very much of the Little White House in the Woods that I so fondly remember.