May 31, 2004 @ 10:24 pm by sean
I love my cottage. I only got to go up there for a total of one and a quarter days, but that day and a quarter was amazing. If one was to observe Saturday night/Sunday/early this morning, it wouldn’t have appeared to be anything special at all. Our cottage is old and about to fall down. (It really is a shame we have to build a new one.) I went into town with my parents. Went swimming in Lake Huron. Attended some bon fires. Walked the beaches with Ian. Saw my relatives. Nothing spectacular.
But dear Lord how spectacular it was! Our cottage was built as a blind pig during prohibition so it wasn’t meant to last long, but my great grandpa bought the property off a Kellog’s box to support WWII. He farmed the land.(Well, the acre. He gardened the land rather.) It is about a ten minute walk from Lake Huron and about 6 minutes from my father’s uncle’s house which is on the way to the lake. When my father’s parents had kids, they started bringing them up their and my great grandpa bought the property next door. Every year my father and his siblings would go up their the day after school got out, and leave for Detroit the day before school started again. They built the bunks I sleep on there. Made the artwork on the walls. Ate from the same dishes and used the same silverware I use. We still use the same blankets. When I was younger we would go up most every summer weekend, but cut down when we started getting more involved at church. My sister and I are older than all our cousins by at least 7ish years and at most by 19ish years, so there were many times it was just my family, my grandma and great grandpa up at the cottage. Then my aunts and uncles started having kids and added to the memories. Memorial, Independance, and Labor day weekends were always the best, because it was guaranteed everyone would be there. So now that old cottage is full nearly to the brim with memories, but the space will never run out. Unfortunately due to new requirments of plumbing, city water, septic tanks, grandma retireing, we must build a new one. One can try hard to fake nostalgia, but can never obtain it in something entirely new.
Our cottage is a short drive from Lexington. It is turning into a little tourist village, but there are new stores there I like. One store(that I don’t like) has a bubble machine that constantly blows bubbles outside the window, filling the air and streets with bubbles. It is soo cool. Most of the buildings are all old; stores on bottom, living quarters on top. And there is a harbour with a long break wall to walk on. The General Store still sells 2 penny candy. And my aunt bought me 9! packs of candy cigarettes. They’ve been a favourite of mine since I was allowed to get them. It was great to walk around town with my parents. Go into the shops. Gawk at the high prices. I like that town.
Lake Huron is cold. It usually isn’t swimmable until early July. Until then only the brave stay in longer than running in and running out. Tradition keeps us going in the first time Memorial weekend. It is usually unbarably cold. I usually scream about waste deep. But this year, I stayed in a while because it was the temperature expected of mid-June. And didn’t scream. Too loud.
We used to have great bon fires at our cottage, but as T.V. became more accessable, unfortunately few besides myself would show up to the fires I made. So this weekend I headed to my father’s uncle’s for bon fires. His cousins were there and their kids. I love socializing with family around fires. I love hearing stories from the past. And the smell one carries after leaving a bon fire is one of the greatest scents in the world.
Ian has been sober for 9 months. He had been quite messed up in past years so I was really glad to see him changing for the better. He still smokes a lot of cigarettes, but that is relatively little compared to the drugs he used to do. He started cleanin’ up around 9 months ago when he downed a 2-litre filled with vodka in 15 minutes or so. He was definately in the hospital for a while. He’s getting back on track with school and doesn’t have to go to summer school for the first time in a while. If all goes well he’ll still graduate next year and go to college for environmental conservation. I learned this while walkin’ down the beaches with him Sunday night. It was a little windy and we were trying to catch up to my 3rd cousins or whatever they are called, but Ian teaches me all about a way of life I never really observed. Romeo kids were kinda in to drugs, but out in Grosse Pointe were every kid is a rich kid, they can afford a lot more drugs and Ian did a lot of stuff for a few years. I learned most of what I know about drugs from that kid. He is quite cool.
I love my relatives. My aunt Sherry, Aunt Diane, cousin Nicholas and Uncle Paul didn’t show up, but everyone else did. Well, my grandpa didn’t, but he never does. Even though I really only got to see them Sunday, any time I spend with them is grand. And spending time with them at the cottage is even better. There are a lot of us so with my grandma is next door, some of us go over there. Every bed is usually filled.
This is the best place to listen to ‘The Marionette and the Music Box’ I have access to.
There was a really neat coffee house across the street, christian owned and good stuff, but the owners are getting divorced. The wife is trying to get full rights to the store, and in return, the husband won’t open it for business until the divorce is settled. It is quite a shame. And quite a terrible witness I might add.
I really like getting a break from everything. I try to keep away from my grandma’s T.V. at her cottage and the only phones up there are cell phones, which of course I don’t have. I went somewhere last Tuesday only two people besides myself know I went to, and one doesn’t realize it. But while I was there I walked on some nature trails and couldn’t be reached by anyone for any reason. Only one person saw me on the trails and wouldn’t need to talk to me. Oh how I loved it. And then I went to my cottage this weekend where few I know who aren’t family have been. And I kinda like to keep it that way. I was thinking about having Ben and Lisa and Carley and Alyson and Jillian and Sean up for a weekend, but I’m not so sure. I don’t know if anyone can love and understand that place like I do. That must be what I’m like to God. I’m not sure anyone can love and understand me like He can.
If you actually read this far and didn’t just read this last sentence, I’ll give you a candy cigarette or two.