crickets singing lullabies.

My grandparents have a lake cabin on Lake Greenwood. My great grandfather built it for my PaPa after he was in a boating accident, in which his friend drowned as he tried to save him. My papa had a fear of the water after that and my great grandfather thought that this would help him move past it. I can remember when we used to take showers in an outside bathroom & when we couldnt flush toilet paper. My dad and my aunt terri grew up spending their summers at the cabin, just as i later would, along with my siblings and my cousin kerri. it has changed a lot since my dad was young. it recently has undergone a "face lift" of sorts and had a new wing added on. it's still the same old cabin deep down at its core. the back porch is still in tact, as is the front. the den and kitchen remain the same, just with new flooring and cabinets. we can flush the toilets now without any worries and there are 2 showers now, both of which are located inside the house this time around.

this is a picture of my dad after he caught a fish. we didnt have a dock then, and now we have two. we were one of the first cabins in that cove, as you can see in the background.


i have a lot of memories from my time spent at the lake, some more vivid than others. i can remember when i learned to water ski as a 6 year old. i can remember bobbing like a fishing lure in the water, white skis with red stripes down the center, poking out like a tree below the murky surface during a drought. these were the skis that kerri and kristin had both learned on. papa had tied them together with yellow rope so that our legs would stay together. we still have them to this day. one day ella, emmy, jacob, & haley will learn to ski on that exact pair.

i can remember playing hide & go seek outside at night, cards on the porch, board games at the red diner table in the kitchen. i can specifically remember my sister cheating at cards & my MaMa being the most competitive person i have ever encountered to this day. the image of my MaMa making grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch is forever etched in my brain. white bread & lots of butter, best i have ever had. the best part was falling asleep to the sound of crickets singing. it's all you could hear for miles. that and the lapping of water against the dock.

going to the lake was never a vacation for Papa. it was actually the exact opposite. in most pictures, you'll find him in the background chopping down a tree, cutting the grass, or fixing something. other than that he spent his time driving the boat, pulling us on the tubes and skis. in his down time he just worried about us around the water, making sure we had life jackets on & that we were safe. one day a guy drove his jetski down into the cove and was cutting circles. i was in the water playing and the guy got a little too close to me for Papa's liking. next thing i know, papa is on the dock with a shotgun in his hand. needless to say that boy left the cove and never came back. what a rebel papa was. on top of all that, he looked just like James Dean.

this is a picture of ryan and i fishing at the lake off of our neighbors dock. i have apparently caught a brim, a prize one at that, and i am showing it off. the shirt i am wearing actually says myrtle beach on the right chest of it. mama bought it for me from waves or some other redneck souvenir shop. Papa and dad taught us how to fish. whenever we would run out of worms, we would use fried bologna, like dad did when he was little. everyone would always get papa to unhook their fish so they could throw it back, but i liked to unhook my own. that was the best part, in my opinion. i have a scar on my right thumb from a fish hook. it's my favorite of all of my scars, which might sound odd, but i like scars. i think of them as permanent stories that go with you everywhere.




“Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake.”
-D. Ackerman