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Welcoming Life

Maine cottage

In a few days, the yearly process of "opening" our family's cottage will begin. I wrote in Above and Beyond Wellfleet about how my grandmother after the untimely death of her husband secured this cottage for future generations. My grandchildren are the sixth generation to spend part of their summers in this grand place.

The memories that have been captured in this cottage are priceless. Babies have been washed in hundred-year old small tin tubs, children have splashed in the "favorite puddle" using half mussel shells as boats, lobster picnics have been enjoyed on the hard-granite rocks in front of the cottage--sometimes with a lapping incoming tide ready to wash away a few remnants so that we could delight in welcoming crabs who joined us for the feast. 

For over one hundred years, this cottage, brilliantly designed and built by my great grandfather has brought countless hours of joy to my family. It is our touchstone with the past and the future. Much about it has not changed, and there is the temptation to hang on to that timeless continuity. It is seductive in an ever-changing world to grip tightly to those things that can be latched onto and act as reminders that "some things never change." 

Our family has learned, though, that some things must change about this cottage to keep it standing for future generations. While we might want to hold on to the old stove that my great grandfather invented--it had to go. Years ago, my mother who was unable to climb in and out of the old claw bathtub removed it and installed a shower. 

Those reading about those changes might think--"what's the big deal?" But when you are dealing with a family-shared cottage that has welcomed six generations--pretty much any change is a big deal. I use to be the "gripper". I used to resist the changes. I excused myself, because when I gripped the hardest was after my husband died, and I couldn't fathom anything in my life that had given me a sense of constancy changing.

I've learned a hard lesson. I am a convert to accepting change as a way of moving on to accepting what is most important. Which in the case of this cottage is that it remain standing in good shape so that the seventh generation and beyond will make their own memories.

I hope that the lady slippers that appear every year in late spring on the side of the wooded path will always be there. I will look for them first thing when I get out of my car this weekend. But, they may not have made it through the winter--even though they have for decades. I will be sad if they are not there, but the memory will prompt my acceptance of cherishing the joy of the past and relishing the thought of future happiness.



5 Comments to Maine cottage:

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Patty on Monday, May 20, 2013 3:12 PM
We have so many wonderful memories of our visits there - even when it was raining! It is, indeed, a special place.
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Kathy Sette on Monday, May 20, 2013 3:38 PM
Boy! Do I understand. I'm still mad, 20 years later, that my Aunt & Uncle turned the front porch and Granddaddy's house into a terrace. I get nervous every time I drive by my mother's house because I sold it...Don't care about the house, but those 2 pine trees that supported my girlhood swing are still there...I should have let the fire department do a practice burn of the house and kept the land!!!!!!!!!!!!! And, Connie, you know how long I've been away from those things....about 15 years longer than I've known you! Pain at change comes in all sorts of funny ways and places...sneaks up on you, I find.
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Pattie McCarthy on Monday, May 20, 2013 6:37 PM
Love this, Connie. Change may be inevitable--even necessary. But the memories live on in our hearts and, hopefully, in the hearts of those who follow us.
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Coolangatta Apartments on Wednesday, May 22, 2013 5:12 AM
Congrats for opening Maine cottage,thanks for sharing your experiences with us.Nice to visit such blogs.
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wholesale jewelery on Monday, August 12, 2013 6:11 AM
I savor, lead to I found just what I used to be taking a look for. You have ended my 4 day lengthy hunt! God Bless you man. Have a nice day. Bye
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