Here he is sitting in his boat at the dock, getting ready to go out fishing. And here he's coming up the hill with his catch, heading for the fish cleaning shack. Nice haul, Dad!
Hey, that's Mom's colander - they brought a lot of stuff up with them.
in the early years when we were little and in the later years, Mom and Dad stayed in this cottage. When he wasn't outside, he'd be sitting on the porch smoking his cigarettes.
My Dad's ghost is here at the lake. We've been all over this area with him for decades, and even though he has passed, I can see him everywhere.
Grace brings up his favorite cap, and I can still smell his essense in it: Old Spice, Brylcreem, cigarettes and brow sweat.
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Dad brought his Weber Up North with him, even though the resort provided grills. He felt comfortable with his decades-old companion, and wouldn't grill on anything else.
Yes, that's me in my 20's.
Even though Dad did tons of projects on our house, he always made time for family.
He rarely had someone else do the work, unless it was a bartering deal. He had a half-dozen guys working with him on the laundry room addition.
On the other hand, he did all the work himself on his backyard projects. In his younger years, he was a bull of a man. Here he pushes a wheelbarrow full of heavy dirt and lets Mae ride on top too.
Making the Miami Roll is an art form that Dad has perfected over the years. He's been making it in that same grill for decades. When he bought a piece of equipment, he made sure it would last. The Weber made it at least 50 years - we had a party to celebrate it's 'birthday.'
Right: Dad in his late 40's prepping the grill for the Miami Roll.
Below left: Dad in his 50's and Mom showing off the Miami roll as it turns on the spit up at the lake. This was a little one.
Below right: Dad in his late 70's cutting the final product.
CHAPTER 8 ~ LOOKING BACK
My father's ghost is here.