It became a place where the men in the family would go for different hunting seasons. You drive on a dirt road a couple miles off the main road just to reach the cabin. A truly magical place. My grandpa passed earlier this year. He left such a great part of him here.
You were really lucky, very few children have an experience like that (as I mentioned, my Grandpa was a drunk and my dad was never around, hardly knew him he worked so much, and didn't care much for me). Congrats.
I can relate to that too well. My father remarried when i was like 2 years old. Had a few good years with him as a kid but watched him start to drink his time away. Slaved away in factory/machinery work for 30 years. Spent most of my teen years not knowing him.
So sad...man we need therapy lol (half the population does, since the sixties, things have gone so kaput).
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