Dad’s house is sold…
I know, it was Mom and Dad’s house – but since November, 1988 (when Mom died), it has been Dad’s/Grandpa’s house.
It was Dad’s dream and he got it. Not bad for the son of Irish immigrants from Boston, who ended up in the Class of ’44 at West Point. They were also called the D-Day Class as that was their graduation day.
He told friends for years, all he wanted was to retire to a lake where he could fish. He lucked out finding Squam Lake, with thanks to friends they met while he was stationed in England.
He loved living on Squam Lake up here in New Hampshire (Yup, Golden Pond, the movie), called it “his” lake. Mom – maybe not so much… but she loved it because he did.
They bought it in the late 60’s and were appalled that an “unimproved” lot with a dirt road – no water – no sewer – would cost so much, but they bought it. They built their retirement home there and were surprised to find themselves living there with three children (two in college) beginning in 1974, when dad retired. (Uh, me – married and not living with them.)
Memories… there are tons, and I won’t submit you to too many of them.
The only summer we did not drive/fly there for a visit, was the summer Mom was diagnosed with cancer. She died that fall. We were there in November for her funeral and at West Point for her burial.
Our sons loved being there. Even loved the discipline that their retired general grandfather enforced. Loved even more the banana splits their grandmother would make for them after supper. They went fishing, they learned to water-ski, they learned to love classical music.
We loved spending time with them at the lake. The music, the fishing, the swimming and the lake made great vacations. The bourbon and the wine (and Moffett says the cigars) made it more fun.
So, the house is sold. In all likelihood, the buyers will be building a different/larger house on the lot. The neighbors have changed. And that’s what happens, life moves on.
We’ve spent the last couple of weekends cleaning out the stuff. Actually, the house was in pretty great shape since we rented it for a couple of summers. Most of Dad’s personal stuff is stored at our house. And now, most of the rest of the stuff is in our guest bedroom. This is not the summer to visit us cuz there’s no room at the inn. Kevin’s been helping along with Jack making trips back and forth from Massachusetts to help with the stuff.
This year, I’ve been on a kick to get rid of some of our stuff. And we’d been making some headway. Now we have more stuff. Oh well…
We won’t miss spending our summer weekends getting the house ready/clean for renters.
Moffett and Kevin will NOT miss cleaning up the snow over there during the winter.
Some “clean-up” photos…
I painted the upstairs bathroom in 1985 – this is under the sink.
Wooden stuff they collected –
along with the rooster Mom made in NJ at Ft. Hancock.
The shed is cleaned out – no small job. The garage is done.
We will all miss being at the house. I tried to win the lottery so I could keep the house, but, didn’t happen. We’ll enjoy our memories and life will go on.
I have two slideshows (I AM my father’s daughter…) of the house. One from 2006 and the other done for the realtor.
Thanks for the wonderful life,
and the memories, Mom & Dad!