It’s a Family Thing
Finally getting around to posting about one of my favorite places on earth, Lake George, NY.
I love this place and although the noise has quitted and the coming and going of friends and family has slowed since the passing of my grandpa and the growing older of my amazing grandma, this place will always hold a special kind of magic for me.
As a kid we spent the summer packed into my grandparents 2 bedroom house, with every couch, foldout bed, and cozy spot on the floor filled each night. I learned about my relatives through stories and laughter as we gathered round the tiny kitchen table, and as the stories were told the room grew more and more crowded with the dropping in of old friends, and the passing by of relatives.
We spent our days at the lake, walking home to eat lunch, and then back to the beach before “cocktails”and yes, this is where I learned what a “cocktail” was and that no they did NOT taste like apple juice!
In short I got to be a kid all summer long, and for a few months of the year I was able to be part of this huge beautiful family that was filled with so much life and love even though we lived a million miles away.
So this summer Ma and I left a week before the rest of the family so we could soak up all my favorite Lake George gems!
Here’s a little glimpse into our trip…
Next up, morning runs through the back roads of the Village, up the brutal Gage Hill, and finally onto the bike path! How can you not love pounding the payment here?! It’s the best, I could run for days.
Arcades and ski-ball, meant hording my tickets all summer for whoopy-cushions and Chinese finger traps of course. I have to admit though my mother does kick everyone’s ass in ski-ball…it’s that inner bowling nerd in her!
This crazy ass jade plant was a tiny little plant that use to sit on the front porch when I was a kid. I have the pictures to prove it! The sentimental sucker inside me took some clippings and packed them in my bag when I left. I can happily report they are still alive and thriving right next to the jade plants from our wedding. There is something about having a piece of that plant that has seen it all in that little yellow house on Ottowa street that I love!
Then it was off to the reunion!
My favorite part of the trip, if I have mentioned I’m obsessed with family, I love the stories, I love the hugs, I really do love it all!
First up my amazing grandma! It’s no secret my grandma and I weren’t the closest growing up. She was always the stern one that told me to cut my hair and stop changing my close 5 times a day (see I’ve had this clothes problem since a very young age) and my grandpa was my hero, I adored him! But as I’ve gotten older and as I watched how close Ian is with his adorable grandparents I realized somewhere along the way just how lucky I was to have this amazingly strong, independent, fiercely stubborn (for anyone who wonders where i get it) women in my life. Over the past few years I have discovered a whole new wonderful relationship with my grandma and I have learned so much about strength, will, and love from her. My only regret is I wish I would have done it sooner because as I’ve come to realize she was and is the backbone in so many ways of this family I adore.
Me and Pops! Yes, we have to wear name tags and yea, I did get shit for putting “Scrafford” on the tags followed by the ever present comment in my life: “all you have to do is take one look at you to know who you belong to.”
Ryann walks up to the table.
Grandma to Ryann: “have you met my grandson Parker?”
Park and Ryann: blank stare at each other.
Grandma: “I’m being funny”
This place is heaven….
Lastly a quick trip to Keen Vally to visit Uncle Chuck an Aunt Carol.
And oh yes let us not forget this amazing gem I found along the way….
So like I said in the beginning, this place has lost its hustle and bustle, and it’s definitely grown quieter but no matter what I will always love being here. It’s a little piece of heaven and a huge piece of my childhood tucked away up in the Adirondack mountains in a little town called Lake George.