Pawpaw's Cabin

 

I am not always a lover of nature.

I prefer the air conditioner to the hot, muggy summer air.

I would rather crawl into my cozy bed than sweat by a fire.

I am allergic to ants, and pleased when this gets me out of yard work.

But when I was a young girl, we would visit my grandfather's cabin on Lake Livingston.

He would place a worm on my fishing hook and help me cast from the dock.

We would sit together quietly until one of us got a bite.

He would help me reel it in, or I would help him.

It was so exciting to catch that fish!

To be so small and know that I contributed to the dinner my grandmother was cooking.

I always looked forward to going to Pawpaw's cabin.

It is one of my favorite memories of my childhood

and of him.

Inspired by: Magpie Tales