"Don't be dismayed at good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends."
- Richard Bach
As a kid starting at age five I spent summers at our family farm about 2 1/2 hours away from our house. My dad was a teacher with summers off so we could just take off for a month at a time. This is the same farm I am now entrusted with the keeping of until the next generation but that is for other blog posts- lots of posts. As a kid my dad would take me, and a friend if we had some one with us, to the next town over, Six Lakes, to go swimming. My dad grew up share cropping a 200 acre farm on the far side of this lake so I imagine it had some special meaning for him as well. I would swim and he would sit on the shore and read a book. This was every summer while I was growing up. Over time the friend that came with me most was Helen. We spent summer after summer swimming, reading Nancy Drew novels from the local library- there wasn’t a TV, and tramping through the woods. When swimming at the lake, First Lake to be specific, we made a group of friends composed of kids whose parents came to the camp ground to camp, owned cabins on the lake, or lived in town. After losing touch for some time when I headed off to college and then a job, face book re-connected us and now we have a reunion back at the lake every summer. We all have kids now and they are making their own group of ‘First Lake Friends’ This is our last reunion the first weekend of August of 2011.
Caelun and I swimming
At the play ground on the slide
Sitting around the campfire. Jen is Giving Baby Rosie a bottle.
All the kids are cold and wet from swimming. Warming up around the fire.
Lots of goofy faces for the crazy lady taking pictures in the dark
Look a stick for the fire- yikes
There was an escapee- captured because friends don’t let friends wander off alone.
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