Entry 32 ~ September 16, 2011
Peace Perfect Peace
Once upon a time, there was a girl and a boy that lived in two small towns adjacent to each other. He was 16 and she was 12, and she knew that she was far too young for the boy to have any interest in her. But one day the boy heard that a girl from the next town had a crush on him, and he curiously and boldly walked to her house to see her. And the rest is history. On June 15, 1938, he married her, and they lived happily ever after. They had five children and 16 grandchildren, and a house in town and a cottage on a lake. When they got old, they still kissed and held hands. When they died, they left a legacy of strong family, love, humor, patriotism, and their lake house.
Ernie and the four younger kids and I trekked to the woods of Maine on Pemadumcook Lake last month for a sorely overdue week of family, peace and fun. The older girls didn't seem to think that being in the woods without wi-fi or cell service was fun, so they stayed home.
By car, the trip is about 7 1/2 hours if you drive straight through. I bought a DVD player for $120 at Wal-mart after I found out from the dealership that replacing my built in DVD player that was rarely used, would cost $1,200+. We set out at 5:25am on Saturday morning. Not all went according to plan. I awoke the kiddies at 5am, who sprung to life, chatting and full of pep. I tried and failed to get them to relax and fall back to sleep, so the ride was rambunctious from the start.
First stop: morning coffee and breakfast. Next stop: moments later, after Treyton soiled his diaper. The stench was more than I could bear, and I gagged and nearly lurched while Ernie changed his diaper. The DVD player kept the kids occupied. We stopped at my aunt's house on the way for a quick visit, for lunch, and to find a Radio Shack to buy a new car charger gadget. About one hour from our exit, the kids got restless. REALLY restless. And, they were t-i-r-e-d from the early morning and were t-i-r-e-d of being in the car. Things got a little tricky by that time, but we managed to get up to camp in 8 1/2 hours. About 20 minutes from our destination, both Reese and Treyton fell asleep.
The weather was gorgeous when we arrived, so we left the car nearly packed, found our bathing suits, and sat on the beach. This place, in the Central woods of Maine, is God's country. The peace in my heart is the strongest when I am there. The kids loved it. We awoke in the mornings and watched the hummingbirds zoom to the feeder on the deck. We waited for sun to come up over the trees and warm the lake. We took walks to the boat launch and hunted for skimming rocks. We baited fishing rods with hot dogs and caught small trout and sun fish. We kayaked and explored, we swam, we read books, put together puzzles. We ate simple meals, we fed the ducks, we relaxed. Two mornings we ventured to town and had breakfast at the local café, where the waitresses remembered us from prior years, crooned over the twins, and kissed the tops of my boys' heads as they passed by.
The week passed uneventfully, peacefully, and far too quickly. Ernie and I packed the car, cleaned the house, took pictures, and readied ourselves to return to the flurry life, emerging re-energized and ready to face the world again. We searched for one puzzle piece, one hairbrush, one size 7 sneaker, none of which have been found. The ride home took twelve hours. We breakfasted, dropped the trash at the dump, brought bottle returns to the return center and stopped by my aunt's house for a longer visit. The kids fell asleep after we left her, and slept for nearly three hours. It was a good trip.
As much as we bemoaned leaving Maine, we were excited to see the older girls, and we were eager to be home. There really is no place like home. Thank you Ree Ree and Putt Putt for another week of peace that my children would never have known but for your hard work and your generosity.