Category Archives: The Cabin

So Just what is he building?

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Thanks for all your great guesses about what was NEXT on the Gary Project list! They were all good – but none of them were correct.  The clue that I mentioned from the post about my mom was actually in the picture of the wedding present tray.
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Yep, Gary had it in his heart to build a treehouse for the kids to enjoy. We had scoped out a group of trees during our time here in May, and now that he had the wood ‘in hand’, it was time to start building Phase One – the platform frame and ladder.

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Several mornings I would stumble out of bed to find him already at work down under the trees.
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(Can you spot his orange shirt?)
With the exception of an occasional need for an extra set of hands (me), he just kept at it, doing what he does best – executing a plan that he’s been mentally working on for months.
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Today was “Stair Day” – the final piece of the Phase One puzzle.
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(That was an awkward reach!)
Chris came over this evening to help get those stairs in place (’cause this set of extra hands wasn’t quite enough!)
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That baby was H.E.A.V.Y.  (Can you hear him saying – put the phone down and come help!!)
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It took a bit of finagling to get them up and level, but eventually Chris climbed up to give it a test.
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and to check out the view –
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I climbed up to take a look myself – and Chris braved the brambles to take a picture looking up at the treehouse.
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Let me assure you, it’s not quite as ginormous as it looks from that angle! But it was pretty cool up there!
And finally, here’s the thinker of all things himself, posing (at my insistence) by his creation –
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I’m not sure but what the adults might be fighting for a spot in that treehouse once it gets done!

….Now what’s he going to do with himself next week? Where there’s lumber…….

Throw-back Thursday – Cabin Memories

I thought it might be nice to check back in the archives for a bit of history about our sweet little cabin – especially for those of you who might be new to this little internet corner. Here is a blog post from years ago (2008!) about the early days here at The Cabin.  Fourteen years have gone by since I wrote this, but none of the sentiments have changed!

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I came across this picture of our family cabin in Vermont the other night. Judging by the new construction look (both in the landscaping and in the building) it was probably taken around 1938. This little building has been a part of my life as long as I can remember. My grandfather, the town doctor in the small Vermont town of Bradford, bought a 200 acres homestead on the side of Wrights Mountain around 1935. Though it had once been a small farm with a cluster of buildings, only the granite skeleton of cellars and foundations remained. He built this small one room cabin in 1937 or 1938 on one of the foundations, right next to a cellar hole lined with massive granite stones. The story goes that he built it so he could keep track of my grandmother and his children (my dad and his brother and sister). Apparently Gramma Lizzie wasn’t all the happy living the fishbowl life of small town doctor’s wife so she would pack up the kids periodically and head off for different adventures. We’ve been told she had one of the first trailers brought into the state and used to go camping with the kids along the banks of the local rivers. (Obviously before the days of KOA campgrounds!). But whether he had it built to keep track of Lizzie or just to give himself a get-away place not too far from town doesn’t really matter. We will be forever grateful for the gift that he gave his future generations.
The Cabin hasn’t really changed much over the years. I don’t know when it was shingled in red, but it has always been that way as far as I remember. The pond was dug in the…uummmm..1950’s something (Elna remembers that, I don’t), a back porch was added in the early 60’s (I remember that), electricity was added in (around?) 1964 to accommodate the new fangled Destroilet (Yes, it was a gas toilet. Honest.) When I was a youngun’, there were cows that roamed the property from a neighboring farm. I don’t know why that ended, but we haven’t had any bovines around for probably 20 years. Some of the property has been sold off (we’re down to about 100 acres), and we’ve built a new road. The Destroilet bit the dust a decade or so ago, and a good old fashioned outhouse has served us well ever since. We still use the same well I carried water from as a teenager (the original well was replaced in the 60’s sometime), and although we now have water pumped up to close to the cabin, we still claim “no running water” with pride. No TV, barely a good radio signal, and no phone. (OK, cell phones work up there sometimes, but that’s a pretty recent development. And while it’s nice to be able to call for a tow truck (like last summer), it seems just wrong somehow when the phone actually rings.) Pear trees have grown up in the cellar hole – the perfect spot for a hammock. The red wooden boat that we fished from with Grampy Doc has been replaced with an aluminum one from Sears (though it seems to leak about the same). Here is The Cabin today (well, not today, but within the last couple of years!) –

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Doc and Lizzie left The Cabin to my parents, and they left it to the four of us kids. And it brings all of us great joy to see the latest generation (Lizzie and Doc’s great-great grandchildren) enjoying it and loving it as they did. And we do.
Thank you, dear grandparents!

A quick one!

And just under the wire for my ‘one a day’ goal! But it’s been a fun and full day and there really just wasn’t any time. Laundry, grocery shopping, zooming with my sister and niece, then friends for dinner (first attempt at a smash burger on our new Blackstone). Rounded out the day with some games and good conversation and here it is- 11:30!
Here’s a question for you. One of there first things we do once we get here is to make a trip to Lowe’s. Here’s our haul from that first trip-Untitled

Any guesses what his project is? There’s a clue in Monday’s post! 😉
Sweet dreams!
Steph

Our turn with COVID

Gary and I were privileged to spend the week following Elna’s Memorial Service in mid-May at the Cabin. It was a well needed respite, following those weeks of walking Elna home. Oh, how we were looking forward to that week. And just to make sure we REALLY got away from it all, God saw fit for us to have our turn with COVID. Thankfully, the symptoms were relatively mild – just a bad cold and the need for endless naps. And honestly, quarantining at The Cabin is really not that hard on the psyche. Between naps, though, Gary still managed to stay pretty busy. He had a project in mind, and COVID wasn’t going to deter him for a minute!
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Can you tell what he’s building?
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Yep, a floating dock!
Getting it to the pond without his trusty ATV (in for a Spring check-up) was a bit of a challenge, but the riding mower came through! Even if there was a fallen tree in the way!
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Duck!
Trail blazing to the pond-
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Getting it situated –
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And dropping the anchor!
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We’ve heard different reviews – seems it can be a little tippy, but I’m sure we’ll work out those kinks in the days to come!
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All in all, though, I think it’s a keeper!
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And that’s how Gary does COVID!

Day One

After I hit ‘publish’ on yesterday’s post I thought to myself, “Why can’t you do a post a day for the next two weeks? It might help you get back into some more regular writing.” So I’ve challenged myself to do some type of journaling here once a day. What I failed to consider was the fickle nature of my internet up here on the mountain. (Trust me, I realize that having even ANY internet up here is just short of miraculous.) So, as I work out the kinks of that, I’d just like to say that this morning I woke up to one of my favorite vibes. A crackling fire (it was delightfully chilly this morning), the aroma of fresh brewed coffee (thank you, dear husband of mine), and absolutely no need to hop out of bed (other than the call of nature). What a sweet start to our Cabin Time!
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