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There It Is!

One Saturday afternoon a few summers ago I was taking a walk around the small lake at the RV park we were staying at and came upon an old boat. It looked as though it had been there for a while; leaning precariously to one side, weeds grown up around it, paint chipped and faded, and the body spider-webbed with cracks.

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We were pretty good skiers, but no, this is not me and Ed. We weren’t THAT good!

As I looked at the boat, Uncle Marvin came grinning into my thoughts; I can still see his big smile. Some of my best childhood memories are of the times he took us to the lake. Those summers and trips to the lake were awesome.

I can still envision me and my cousin, Ed; huddled shoulder-to-shoulder on one side of the back seat, staring intently at the landscape whirring past. We were filled with anticipation, and around every bend in the road we’d search anxiously for that first view of the lake. And then, finally, we’d shout in perfect triumphant harmony, “There it is!”

Yes, that old boat leaning to one side there in the weeds might seem like just an old boat to some who pass by it, but to me it holds a boatload of memories.

Uncle Marvin and Cousin Ed are no longer with us, but the wonderful memories of them and the times we spent together at the lake on those glorious summer days will never leave my mind.

 

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A Boatload of Memories

I wrote this in story form a few years ago, but it fits this week’s dVerse Poet Pub’s “Poetics” prompt, so I poeticized it this morning. The dVerse prompt was titled “Missing You”, and if there’s one thing I miss more than any other, it’s the good old days and those fun times with my aunts, uncles, cousins, and the rest of my extended family. We’re scattered all over the country these days, and it just don’t seem right. Read the rest of this entry »

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I Don’t Know Who the Fat Guy Is

In the story, He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother, I write about a time when I was able to do something beyond my natural strength and ability when my brother, Ken, got hurt water skiing. This story is one about a skiing weekend where I had sub-human strength, and luckily wasn’t required to save anyone!  The picture below is how things looked to me for a good part of the weekend, as I waited for the boat to come back. Read the rest of this entry »

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A Boatload of Memories

One Saturday afternoon a few summers ago I was taking a walk and came upon an old boat. It looked as though it had been there for a while; weeds grown up around it, paint badly faded, motor gone, body spider-webbed with cracks, and leaning precariously to one side. Read the rest of this entry »

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He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother

This is a true story about how sometimes we can do things in a moment of crisis that would ordinarily be beyond our capabilities. It took place in the early eighties, during the two year period of my life after the big tree had chased me up the mountain and broke my leg. If you missed that story, you can read it by clicking here —-> The “Old Man” and The Tree. Read the rest of this entry »

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Get The Dog First!

This is another skiing story, and for you Wes fans out there, he’s the co-star. Number one billing has to go to our little dog, Dockers, though, and you will soon understand why. Read the rest of this entry »

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No Wonder!

In the story, He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother, I write about a time when I was able to do something beyond my natural strength and ability when my brother was hurt; it took place while we were waterskiing. This is another story about skiing, but in this one, instead of being able to pull my brother into the boat with super-human strength, I am unable to get myself out of the water. Read the rest of this entry »

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Get The Dog First!

This is another skiing story, and for you Wes fans out there, he’s the co-star. Number one billing has to go to our little dog, Dockers, though, and you will soon understand why. Read the rest of this entry »

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No Wonder!

 In the story, He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother, I write about a time when I was able to do something beyond my natural strength and ability when my brother was hurt; it took place while we were waterskiing. This is another story about skiing, but in this one, instead of being able to pull my brother into the boat with super-human strength, I am unable to get myself out of the water. Read the rest of this entry »

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Just An Old Boat

            One Saturday afternoon last summer, I was walking around the small lake behind the RV Park where I stayed during the week. My work then took me out of town most weeks and my travel trailer gave me a sense of home while I was not with Sherry and our little old dog, Dockers. I was there on a weekend, because Sherry and I had come over to take care of some business in College Station. Read the rest of this entry »

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