You all recall, I know, the township property that interested me so I could be accused of stalking. It was a small family campground named Lazy Acres.
It was a fifties and sixties kind of place; then the laughter and fun moved on to new attractions. Lazy Acres went on the market, sold by the sons of the owners,(in their seventies, I learned) to two families; grandparents and one of their daughters and son-in-law.
March through September 2014
We found a big house and a little house.
The stuff of stories.
We decided the big house belonged to Mama and Papa,
the little house the Grandma and Grandpa.
I intended to stop back and meet someone, but I never saw anyone.
Yesterday I did.
I drove straight back, introduced myself, and confessed my obsession with the place.
I met the Grandparents,
who live in this house, since last August.
Weekends, holidays, and come this summer,
thirteen grandchildren have the run of the main level.
How cool is that.
The little house belongs to a daughter and son-in-law, who hope to occupy it this summer.
Now, I must take my watermark off my collection of pictures, and send them to the grandparents.