We spent our summers swimming in Gram’s pool and chasing the “Goody-Bar Man” down her street.We all grew up terrified to travel down her steps into the haunted basement, and felt like we were a little bit more of a grown up the first time we made the journey.If we were with Gram and Aunt Gen anywhere else besides the Swiss Chalet people might have thought it was weird that a bunch of kids were hanging with two old ladies who were drinking fuzzy navels and white Russians.We probably blew through our nightly Geneva allowance already and knew that Gram would be good for another buck if we found her.= true; self.gender_filter_cookie_name = 'webcam_gender_filter'; self.set_my_gender_cookie = function (gender) self.check_gender = function()(); self.get_my_gender_cookie = function () self.debugg = 0; self.show_ts = 1; var cams = ; self.won_from_json = function (a) , 'o' : function (a, b) , 's' : function (a, b) , 'v' : function(a,b) , 'z' : function(a,b) , 'F' : function(a,b) , 'ppm' : function(a,b) , 'rsppm' : function(a,b) , 'h' : function(a,b) , 'G' : function(a,b) } self.dislike = function (a,e) var ref = ; for (var i in cat_counts) var myyank = yank(parent); for (var i in ref) myyank(); } } self.won_url = '/lvswon.cgi? We found that is poorly ‘socialized’ in respect to any social network.At the “new beach”, Gram would spend a solid 70 percent of the entire day with her arm raised in the air, waving wildly towards the water at all of us playing in the lake. ” she’d always yell – worried that we were too deep in the lake, and too far from the shore.Looking back we understand what Grandma was really saying: We WERE too far – from HER.

We picked up many more honorary brothers, sisters, and cousins as a result of Gram always having an open heart, and an open home.Somehow, it seems that we still should try because Gram always found the time for us.It didn’t matter if one of her grandchildren was being bodyslammed, twirling a baton, singing, playing hockey, winning a beauty pageant, or a cheerleading competition – Gram was there.It seems silly to complain about cooking for a family of four after witnessing Gram cook a Sunday dinner for upwards of 40 people in her little kitchen on Burton Drive.That house became a second home for us and sometimes, even a first.The older grandkids remember piling into the back of Gram’s truck and heading down to the “old beach” before it washed away.There we followed in the footsteps of our mothers, fathers, aunts, and uncles and carved our names into the clay and fished off the old pier.Of course part of the joy came from a dozen children tearing into new toys – But a lot of it came from Gram, because she loved to watch how happy it made us all. There was perhaps nowhere that her happiness was more evident than at the Cottage.Geneva on the Lake holds some of the fondest memories for our entire family, and was without a doubt one of Gram’s most favorite places to be. It has been the hardest thing that I’ve ever had to deal with on a personal level in my entire life.I’m still not really ready to resume my “normal” life, but writing is something that helps me gather myself, and gain perspective.


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