Memories Live!

This past spring my mother sold her house on Lake Winnipesauke in Tuftonboro, NH. The time had come since the upkeep and its expense had become too much for her. She was lucky that the market was still strong and she made a good deal.

Even though I understood why it was necessary, it was devastating — like all losses — to see it go.

Not only was it a lovely spot, right on the water in a quiet cove with a sunset view, but it had seemingly been the one thing that had remained constant from my childhood through my early adulthood to mid-life. I’d visited every summer for 35 years.

Death of relatives, marriage, divorce, many jobs, many friends, and many adventures defined the trajectory of my existence, yet “Camp” was that one true thing I counted on to be the same from year to year

Time spent there stabilized me. Whether it was the place itself or how I used the space when I was there, I always went away refreshed, content, and motivated to be better in my life. The annual renewal was essential.

Of course, everything does change. And, I keep changing as well.

My mother has cautioned me to not hold on to tightly to people or things. I’m not decided about that advice. I get the concept of letting go, not being attached to the outcome and many other “truisms,” yet I’m not convinced across the board. I think that in some cases holding can be the most important thing in the world.

My memories of Camp will live. My husband Roger has helped by creating this new masthead for my blog. This mosaic is a modified photograph of Camp at sunset from one of the many sublime visits.

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