It is that time of year when we pick all the garden produce and generally clean up at our cabin at the lake, readying for the winter season. It is always  a time to reflect on the summer and to invariably say that it went far too fast.

Over the last few years our cabin  has undergone some much needed renovations. When making room for the new, and looking at what needs modernizing, we look back and remember various items that made this special place unique.

You see, this cabin was bought by my dad in 1959 when he needed a place of refuge after having cataract removal. Those were the days when one couldn’t drive or work or do any heavy lifting for many months after a operation that left you legally blind without your ” pop bottle” glasses.  This began a legacy of summers at the cabin that we all loved. My dad, a workaholic, could rest and relax at the lake.

From then on, we spent every summer out there, boating, water-skiing, swimming and playing cards.  It was, and still is, a place where the TV doesn’t intrude, and where outdoor activities reign.  As our grandchildren  now enjoy their time out there, I am pleased that a third generation can enjoy my dad’s impulsive buy.

Some people who perhaps haven’t visited for a while, are reminiscent of the “old look”.

  • The ” old bear rug” becoming tattered and broken clawed, always lay in front of the tindlestone fireplace. It was a conversation piece. I am not sure a day went by that someone didn’t stub their toes on his claws.
  • Two yellow plastic brocade reclining chairs are often mentioned too. They were the type that you could buy at the Fair when the hawkers dragged you over to sit in them.  My dad never could resist a ” gimmick” and he thoroughly enjoyed these.  They had heat, and rollers, and reclined and made a lovely noise. My kids loved sitting in them and showing them off to their friends. They especially loved them when they came in  cold from a swim in the lake or tube ride behind the boat. Young and old made a beeline for those chairs  !!
  • Cowboy decorations including a large painting of a horse and a rider, several poor prints of Charles Russell’s western paintings ( probably not at all politically correct right now ) and several momentos from some of dad’s trips.  Most of these were hiding in back bedrooms but now are gone – purging  is always  an ongoing project !
  • A turquoise blue exterior door was a conversation piece – somewhat  because it was the entrance to the interior master bedroom ( once a separate add-on building ) but mostly because it had the handle smack dab in the middle of the door !  Imagine the 60’s and Innovative decorating.   Well whoever ordered this for a home being built by my dad’s construction company had buyers regret. Unusable items from the company often found their way to the cabin.  This  door worked well  for an addition – which became a big bedroom and retreat for three teen gals.. Everyone commented on the door’s unique style.

There was a lot of turquoise around this cabin, some of which now is vintage, collectable    My mother’s favourite colour was turquoise  as evidenced by many of our childhood possessions – our 1955 Plymouth, appliances, and  most of the old furniture ( and doors ) in our cabin. I look at some of those antique tables and envision them back to their original beauty.  There are never ending projects when you own a lake cabin !

When we first  inherited this log cabin on a beautiful lakefront lot, it was hard to change things that were ”  part of the cabin” and memories of my mom and dad.  But as time goes by, it is easier to make it our own.

Yes, a lot has changed since we ” took over ” the cabin. The bear rug went to auction and I am sure someone fixed those broken claws, the cowboy painting hangs in someone else’s home, the lovely brocade chairs became someone elses’ treasure and a bargain at 2/$20.00. The turquoise door came down last year, replaced by a white interior door – not quite the same but more fitting for the more modern kitchen. The ugly tile floor was replaced by clean oak laminate flooring, and the vintage 70’s turquoise indoor outdoor carpet in our bedroom is now gone.

A picture of my dad receiving his ” Citizen of the Year” plaque and the barometer set from that event still hangs in a prominent place. Not that I need a picture or a plaque to remember the man who influenced me greatly, but it just seems right to leave a little piece of him there.

But what hasn’t changed is the peaceful feeling one gets when you drive down and see ” the cabin ”  and know that the pressures of our ordinary day can be put aside, and as the sign in our kitchen says ” Relax, Relax, Relax !!

About Terry Jago

Retired nurse manager interested in living my best life with natural and healthy living choices.
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29 Responses to Closure

  1. As I read the story of the closure of your cabin at the lake, I did so with a lump in my throat. We never had a cabin yet your story drew up feelings from my childhood somehow. Remembering times with my grandma and grandpa who are now both gone. Lovely story and I’m sure you’ll enjoy the cabin for years before passing it along to your children who will one day have closure too.

  2. Vene' says:

    What a precious story! So what are you plans for this wonderful fall season??

  3. Dov Shapira says:

    I love taking time off and stay at cabin just to touch nature and relax.

  4. Kelly says:

    Where is the cabin located? My parents were just talking about closing up their camp within the next 2 weeks. They live in Upper Michigan..

    • jagoterry says:

      We are in Saskatchewan in Canada. It is a small lake called ‘ Buffalo Pound Lake’ just 20 minutes north of our home, Moose Jaw. Upper Michigan sounds like lovely Lake country !

  5. kungphoo says:

    That’s a great feeling… the peacefulness of that cabin.

  6. Irene S. says:

    OMG just reading your post, made me feel relaxed. I wish we had a cabin to go to. Yours sounds amazing.

  7. dawn says:

    We have a cabin by the Delaware river we are closing up in two weeks. Very sad I love going up there and being in touch with nature.

  8. What a great story. Makes me wish I grew up with a lake house to escape to.

  9. Lisa Hodges says:

    Love this story. Don’t think my dad would have ever taken off that time unless a place like this to go to either.

  10. I think that just having happy memories is what makes the story so great. We all have places where we were happiest as kids. I remember spending time at my grandparent’s home in the tree house in the backyard. And, walking to the corner store with my cousins and my grandmother would give us each a quarter for a soda and a candy.

  11. We were toying with the idea of buying a cabin… i think we should. 🙂

  12. Don Purdum says:

    I can remember going to cabin’s with youth groups and having an incredible time. Great memories you conjured up for me…

  13. What a terrific place to relax. You’ve got me wanting to head into the woods. I’m missing your turquoise door – and I never even saw it!

  14. Oh thank you for this post. I love the picture you paint full of color, peace, community, home and life. It reminds me of my home by the river in Massachusetts. I moved about 3 years ago to Virginia, and I rent it to a tenant. But, reading your piece just brought back a lot of happy memories I had in my beautiful, tranquil home with the river view. Keep sharing and keep writing. Have A Lovely Day! -Phyllis

  15. katelindsay says:

    I love a good story about a girl who feels deeply for her dad. I am SO that girl. You cabin sounds like such a treasure and a memory maker, though I kinda fell in love with the stand out turquoise.

  16. Jim Striegel says:

    I think cabins and lake houses bring so many memories for families because it does make them slow down for the routine and did in your case too.

  17. We have never owned a cabin but when I was a Nanny in Connecticut many years ago one of my friends families owned a cabin on a fabulous lake and used to let us use it for a couple of weekends a year. Those times were blissful and give me great memories. I also ninnied in Sakatchewan for a year – in Fort Qu’Apelle 🙂 Lived on the lake there.

  18. Shanelle says:

    Beautiful. Thank you for sharing your story. I loved it!

  19. Lorna Jeffrey says:

    This made me a bit choked as I too remember fondly summers there as a kid and teenager.

  20. Terry, I so enjoyed this story. You have a way of painting pictures with your words.

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