Wednesday, September 16, 2015

If Only . . .






When I was just 9 years old, my parents bought 2 lots in the beautiful mountains of Idaho, and started making plans to build a cabin.  We were all so excited, I can remember going to the lot and having a picnic where the cabin would be.  I remember watching my father take a tape measure and start to make his dream a reality . . . he was so happy!  He was one of those men who could do anything, all he needed was someone to show him one time, and he could do it . . . and improve it.  Before long, there were footings poured, floors nailed in place, walls raised, rocks collected to build the fireplace, and lots of work, work and more work!

If only I could go back to my childhood . . . just one more time!  If only I could watch my father working outside in his coveralls, sweat dripping off the tip of his nose.  If only I could listen to my mother humming her favorite, Andy Williams song, while she was busy making bread and getting ready for all the company that we always had at the cabin.  If only I could ride my bicycle down that bumpy dirt road to the river, just one more time.  If only I could wake up in the morning to the sound of wind blowing through pines trees, while squirrels chattered and chainsaws worked tirelessly cutting wood.  If only I could drive up the lane to the cabin, roll down the window and smell the pine trees and Lupine!  If only I could make mud pies, or sawdust pies just one more times with my little sister!

At the cabin, we were surrounded by family!  Almost every cabin in our area was a relative, and if they weren't related, they felt like they were.   If only I could listen to those familiar voices . . . just one more time!!
 
I think all of us have those. . . what if moments . . .but time marches on, and we need to live in the future and treasure the past.  On Saturday, I had all of those, "what if . . " moments, and more, as my sister and I cleaned out the garage to prepare the cabin to be sold. This is the song that kept going through my mind as we cleaned.

We are now in the process of selling the cabin . . . I don't think I can even tell you how heartbreaking this decision has been.  This is a place that we all love, a place that so many memories, good and bad, were made, where milestones were met and lives where changed.  My hope is that whoever buys my father's dream, will treasure it as much as I do . . .


My uncle was a brick mason, and helped my father build the rock fireplace.  If you look closely you might see a, boot, a tee-pee, a frog, a teapot, two mountains, a fish, a stocking, or whatever your childhood imagination can find!  The fireplace is truly the showcase of the cabin, it's beautiful!


Many wonderful and tasty meals were made in this kitchen!  It wasn't very big, but it didn't matter, we would still make wonderful meals, fed masses and made memories!  All the trim was hand-carved by my father, he spent many hours getting it just right!



I can remember my mother saving bits and pieces of carpet to put on the upstairs bedroom floor.  She wanted it to looks like a pieced quilt, and she accomplished it, it turned out so cute!  I can remember so vividly the day that we nailed this carpet in place!



As we cleaned the garage, I couldn't help thinking about my father's workbench.  It was still filled with tools, tools that I know he used almost everyday that he was at the cabin.  I know that my father was the last person to use some of those tools . . . and it is the last space to be cleaned out and made ready for someone else to love.

Ahhhh, the memories!

Until next time.

Hugs,



7 comments:

  1. What a great place, and what wonderful and sweet memories you made there. Thanks for sharing that with us.
    I do hope that they new owners have many happy years there, as your family did :)

    It must be a hard thing to sell such a great family place.

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  2. That is sad that it has to go. It is beautiful. I hope someone does buy it that recognizes the love that was there.

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  3. Barb - we LOVE this cabin. It is so beautiful. I wish we lived closer so we could come up and see it in person. You can sure see that is was hand-crafted with so much love. We are pondering so many options right now - praying that we will know what to do and how to proceed. I am sure you understand. Thanks for sharing these pictures.

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  4. Barb,

    Wow, not at all what I was expecting.....this cabin is beautiful! Love the fireplace. While looking at the rocks, I noticed a beaver and a bird. It reminded me of my childhood days, looking at the clouds to see what was there. Thanks for sharing moments of your childhood memories.

    Take Care,

    Marsha

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  5. Such a place! So glad that you have such warm, beautiful memories. Thank you for telling us about your father's dream and showing it to us. It was and is beautiful.

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  6. Hi Barb! I teared up reading your if-onlys. Oh, how I know what you mean! I would love to be able to relive some of those precious moments. Your father's cabin is beautiful and I know it must be heart-wrenching to give it up. Maybe someone in the family will buy it and you can visit. The fireplace is awesome! I can see many beautiful memories were made during those visits to the cabin and you will never forget them.
    Take care, sweet friend! Hugs, Cheryl

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  7. Oh I love your families history with this cabin. I bet stays here were such fun. Lots of memories to hold dear my friend.

    xxx

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