My mother pushed to get the bay house. Her father was living in Mesquite with some old friends who owned a motel. She hated that place.

So we shopped for a place he could fish, and we could visit on the weekends. My grandfather lived in the finished part (upstairs). He and my father put walls, windows and ceiling in the downstairs. (It started with a slab, some plumbing and screens.) We went down there most weekends during the spring/summer for several years. He bought my brother and me a flat bottom boat and a 9 hp outboard motor. We wandered much farther than prudence would have dictated. We only stranded each other in the middle of nowhere once or twice. (We'd go back and pick up the other after long enough time to think about "walk, swim, or some of each".) I should probably spend some time writing about those years.

Thinking about it, I suspect Jim spent some time in the area when he was part of a geophysical crew.

- mark 3-05-2007 9:26 am





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