Lakehouse

I have been going to the Lakehouse in the summer since I was a child, and it is a place like no other.  The house has been in my family since the 1950’s, when my grandmother and her brother purchased this fishing cabin and then built on to it, so it could accommodate both of their families for summer vacations with their children.  I love that nothing seems to ever change there.  It always smells the same.  It always looks the same.  It always feels the same.  It is a place where my family and I go for quiet, rejuvenation, and to be together.  We also go there to feel a connection with my father and to the history of his childhood and his family.  At the Lakehouse, I can feel the past, and I can touch it.  I can look at an old deck of cards that my father played with, and I can sit on the dock that he sat on, and I can sleep in one of the beds he spent many summers laying on.  Being there is like going back in time, to a time that came before me, a time that later included me, and a time that will continue to run through me, as I bring my own family to the Lakehouse.

                                                                                                                                                         Kate Pollard, 2010