Through a Child’s Eyes

"I want to live here forever"

“I want to live here forever”

“All mountain landscapes hold stories: the ones we read, the ones we dream, and the ones we create.   The Alpinist ~ Michael Kennedy

As we sat on the porch swing of the log cabin, one of my grandsons watched as I took pictures of our mountain view. It has rained much during this trip and we desperately needed sunshine.

“Grandma, look how the clouds change”, he said. “Did you get that one”?

He went on to say that as the clouds move, more layers of mountains come into view.

We just sat there in silence and watched. Then he announced.

“I want to live here, forever.”

My mind raced back to when my husband and I said those words 40 years ago. We quit our jobs in Alabama, bought land and built our own log cabin in the Blue Ridge Mountains of western North Carolina. Ron’s parents retired two years later and joined us for high country living. After almost 30 years in the mountains, we (Ron, his mom and I) returned to the Florida of our childhood. We have been here almost ten years.

Family gatherings often take place around weddings and funerals and Ron’s mother’s internment was the circumstance this time. We returned to the mountains recently because Mom wanted to be buried next to Ron’s father, who passed away 24 years ago.  The twelve of us, our son and daughter, their spouses and six grandchildren in all, were there to carry out her wishes, coming from eastern North Carolina, Mississippi and Florida. We rented a log cabin with a long front porch that was nestled in the woods. Cooking meals together, sitting on the porch and watching it rain, as well as evening games of charades, puzzles and pool occupied us. It was a nostalgic time, filled with remembrances and laughter and love.

Porch Time

Porch Time

On the day of the funeral, we were grateful that the sun came out long enough to add some brightness to our otherwise somber occasion. Mom would have been pleased.

“Did you hear me, Grandma? I want to live here forever.”

I realized then, it was his way of telling me that he felt content and smothered in the love of family.

Grandpa Ron

Grandpa Ron

Advertisements

About travelerlynne

Traveler. Writer. Retired Educator.Traveling on and off the beaten path with my photographer husband. Volunteering locally as well as in Haiti and Tanzania, an enriching and humbling experience. A sun lover! Shelling, boating, fishing and watching sunsets. Growing mango, banana, key lime,and pineapple.Making smoothies and chutneys. Enjoying family and friends! Savoring each new day!
This entry was posted in Musings, Travel and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

24 Responses to Through a Child’s Eyes

  1. Letizia says:

    These mountains have been watching your family’s love over all these years, even if you moved away and only visit now. What a beautiful, touching story, Lynne.

  2. You are so right, Letzia. Traditions have a way of staying with us and reconnecting us to the past. Amazing how children can bring us closer to that realization. What a sweet comment. Thank you.

  3. Lynne, this is so beautiful, and the photos capture the warmth and love in your family! thank you for sharing all of this with us!

  4. A really heart-warming post!! Thank you for sharing it with us!! 🙂
    PS: I love the quote. It is going into my big black diary!!

  5. adinparadise says:

    A heartwarming post, Lynne. What wonderful memories you must have of living there in the Blue Ridge Mountains, and how fitting that the family should join together here to honour Ron’s Mom. You look like a very happy and close-knit family. 🙂

  6. Margie Michener says:

    What wonderful photos, Lynne!!! Priceless!! And what a beautiful family you have (and that means Ron, too! Ha!) And yes, this Smokey Mountain area is really lovely. Even though it has rained just about every day for a month now, I, too, absolutely love sitting on our porch watching the rain clouds hang low (I grew up in the city and of course never saw anything like that, so I find it really captivating.) What a treasure you have in your family: I’m so very glad you all had a chance to be together – even if it was bitter-sweet at times. You’re beautiful…… and so gifted!!!
    Much love,
    Margie

    • Hello, Margie. So glad to hear from you and am pleased you are enjoying your porch view in TN. It is peaceful; savor every moment. We really feel blessed with our family.

  7. vb holmes says:

    Wonderful pictures of your beautiful family, Lynne–and the one of Ron and his grandsons is a special keeper. You are lucky to have a place where such good memories have been made over the years. I’m sorry to read the news of Ron’s mother but remember well the story of the missing pants and disinfected shoes. Glad to see the sad time was also a happy family time.

    • VB. How kind of you to remember the missing pants story. Humor is what gets us through the bitter sweet times. I agree, that picture of the grandsons (minus the one who wasn’t in the picture) is a keeper, as you say. That was a special moment. Thank you for your condolences and kind remarks.

  8. restlessjo says:

    You can make a beautiful post out of something that essentially is a sad occasion, Lynne. But it wasn’t really sad, was it? I loved that he wanted to stay forever. What a joyous family you and Ron share. 🙂

  9. What a kind thing to say, Jo. Six children (cousins) gathered together have a way of brightening even the rain drops.I was on the phone with our daughter last night and she had guessed which boy made the remark about living here forever. He was so captivated by the mountains and the sky. Something he doesn’t often see.We feel blessed.

  10. Beautiful story Lynne, and I do suspect the “live here forever” remark reflected his contentment in the moment as well as his wonderment of the mountains and sky. (Also interesting in that I didn’t know that you and Ron were 30 years mountain people.)

    • Yes, I’m sure you are right. This young man was really taken in with the scenery. I look at our “mountain living” as a previous chapter in our lives. I could write a blog just on it. Thanks for commenting, Carol.

  11. That’s so gorgeous…As always, ‘here’ is more than just a place. It’s the people and the moment and the memories and everything together. A giant sensory hug. I love the kid already 🙂

  12. You make me smile, Alarna, from ear to ear. He is one of those kids who takes time to notice what is around him and to listen to his heart. 🙂

  13. Madhu says:

    We leave pieces of our hearts in the places we have loved and created memories in. Your grandson could obviously sense the connection. Precious post Lynne, and beautiful images 🙂

    • Beautifully said, Madhu. I believe we all left pieces of our hearts in the mountains that week as we created more memories together. This grandson, in particular, was an astute observer of those connections.

  14. Alcor says:

    I live half a world away, and I echo your grandson’s sentiments. The place is truly breathtaking!

  15. Mary Jordan says:

    Beautiful….

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s