But, as they say, Everything must go.
Talking with Jenni this evening, she sounded really sad that mom’s house and the cabin’s are going to have to be sold. Truth be told, it makes me kind of sad too.
Mom and dad moved into that house 50 years ago. My great grandfather Carl built it in 1901, and it’s been in the family now for 107 years. And it’s the last vestige of the Pattons and the Fursts in Bedford.
I’m sure no one likes to see the house in which they grew up sold. Of course, it happens every day. And I don’t think it matters who built the house or how long it’s been in a family, it hurts to sell the house where you lived as a kid. I need to look for some pictures to post. I didn’t take any of the house when I was there last summer, knowing I have some here somewhere. But I know when we go to work on separating out the stuff, I’ll shoot some. And, I’ll have to go get some of the cabin at KenRay lake as well.
I’ve written often about the lake, and I think letting the cabin go will be harder than the house in town. It was interesting that Jen sounded sad about selling the cabin. She didn’t go there very often, but, as she said, she’s heard stories. And maybe, as Andie speculated, she was hoping to have it there to go to when she was at Miami of Ohio. It’s only about 3 hours from Cincinnati to the lake. But it’s not to be.
If you’ve been reading this blog, you know that nearly every weekend of every summer was spent at KenRay Lake. Rain or shine. As we got older, and could go by ourselves, it was a favorite place to go and just hang out. Later, after college and before I was able to get a place of my own, they let me live at the cabin. Douglas was just around the way, and we’d often get together to fish and cook and just hang. Even though I haven’t been there for years, it’s going to be difficult knowing we can’t go any more.
So, it’s a rite of passage. I moved away from Bedford when I was 25 … wow, a quarter century ago. I’ve moved so much, I don’t like it but it’s not traumatic for me. Mom hasn’t moved for 50 years. And she knows that this is the beginning of the end. We all do. I think she’s got several more good years, but at 80, it’s always tenuous. Hell, it’s tenuous no matter when, as we found out with Meg and Schuyler.
So, mom’s coming to Florida, as long as Fleet Landing doesn’t sell the unit she wants before she gets her paperwork in. I really think, once she gets over the initial shock, she’s going to like it. She’s going to need a lot of support from us.
But it is going to be a long, hot, busy summer.