Cabin Fun

My Grandparents have a cabin in Luck, Wisconsin, on Bone Lake. I don't get up there nearly as much as I want. Now that my Grandma Williams passed away this past November, I am going to make this year different.

Growing up my sister and I would spend two weeks every summer with our Grandma and Grandpa Williams. It is there that we learned how to clean fish, how to water-ski, function a small boat with oars, ride our grandpa's three wheeler without crashing; it is where I was crashed into the dock while tubing because the swimming dock was closer to our dock that summer, than it had been the prior year, it is where I rolled from the tube in an effort to not hit the dock and turned my body into an underwater torpedo, it is where I sank to the bottom of the lake after going through the boat lift and hitting the dock then being pulled to the surface by my cousin's friend, it is where I was brought into the Amery ER for stitches on my right leg and given fireworks from my Dad as a way to say sorry, it is where I lost out on learning to knee board because of those stitches. I have countless memories of that place and I wish how my children could have great memories like mine.

 

The Williams' side of the family would gather there in masses over the Fourth of July, tents and campers would span the two properties. My Uncle Keith would snore like a bear and scare all of us kids. My Dad's cousin ate a beating fish heart to gross everyone out. My grandparents would square dance to the music playing on the radio. My Cousin Shelly would dance to Baby Got Back by Sir Mix-a-Lot in the front yard. My Aunt Laura would stand in the water directing me to sit like I am using the bathroom as she signaled my uncle to "hit it" and launch me to the surface on my skis. I would then focus on the water to make sure I wasn't going to fall in the thick of the weed ridge. When I would, I would try to paddle myself out of them so a fish or turtle wouldn't bite my butt. We would keep trying and eventually I was able to make it twice around the large island out front without falling.



June 24, 2007



My fondest memories as a child was at Bone Lake. Now I go there with my own children and reminisce.

Most of these pictures (with the exception of my grandparents and the kids on the swing) were taken September 25, 2010 when we were up to help take the dock out for the year,

and to see my grandparents before they left for their winter in Texas.

This was the last time I saw my Grandma Gerry alive.

My heart still hurts for her, but because of her,

I was given some of the most memorable times of my life.