I love that the cabin that was originally owned by my Great Grandparents in Northern Minnesota, is still in the family. I love spending time there and have a dozen special memories of visiting there as a child. My most recent visit was in September 2002 for my birthday. I refused to spend my birthday reliving the rein of terror that occurred in New York City and I sought refuge at the cabin. I spent the day with my parents, going for walks, drinking wine and eating steaks.....enjoying the solitude.
I just found out that my Dad's childhood home is for sale. This place is the backdrop of most all of the stories that my Dad tells of his time growing up. I love the one about how he swung from tree limb to tree limb, playing in the huge trees that surrounded the property. And how he fell from the top rafters of the big red barn and landed on his knees in a praying position. Surprisingly, he wasn't hurt. They had lot's of animals and pets and Grandma had a huge garden. He slept upstairs with his brothers and they would huddle together during the cold Minnesota winter.
Here's the family celebrating Christmas...my Dad is the one with his eye's closed.
I would love so much to buy this home and have it in the family. Unfortunately, it is too far away from our current home and would be impossible to keep up living so far away. If I were rich, I would buy it as a retirement home for my parents. 8 acres would surely keep them busy in their old age!
Three days until my Oprah post! Come back on Thursday to hear about how I was almost a guest on Oprah!