God and the cabin on the hill

When I started building my hunting and fishing retreat back in the fall of 2001, little did I know the effect it would have on my whole family. I got 2 acres of ground from my uncle Ken and it was adjacent to another 23 acre parcel that he owned , that I had hunted on for the past 15 years at the time.Which I would buy while constructing the cabin, as we call it for some reason was only going to be a place to stay , a base camp for hunting and fishing in the pond that I would build as well as some of the surrounding lakes. I wanted it like home's I remembered from Kentucky as a child , No running water and no electricity , outhouse , potbelly stove . But as we went along with the building it turned out to be more, you know we might as well as put some vinyl sideing and , why don't you go ahead and get these windows they are a little better , lets go ahead and rough in the electric

and plumbing you may change your mind later and want it and then it will be there.

From day 1 my family and friends showed up to help. The day after the dozer finished clearing the land, we had a picnic my wife , son , mother and father , both sister's and there families, we had a great day discussing my plans over fried chicken. The kids and I planted grass

seed over the hill so we could try and hold some of the soil in place. The construction crew was

Kenny Ray, my nephews Dave and Dan , my dad , cousin Lester and his son Tim , and Henry Patton a friend of mine that I have known since the second grade. we worked weekends and vacations allot of the time it would be me and Kenny Ray and my dad. On some weekends even

before the roof went on I would spend the night with the kids in it, i would always read to them at night from a book called Danger true adventures in the outdoors, those were great times as the kids hung on every word. After the roof went on and the windows and doors, we began to use it for deer camp the first year Lester and I nearly froze as the fireplace did not heat like I thought it would but we a good time anyways. About this time my father was diagnosed with
copd and went on oxygen. He was living in a small broken down trailer and heating with kerosene
heaters and the fumes an oder was not helping him. I was concerned as my father was an alcoholic and at times could be abusive my concern was I did not want Kenny Ray to see that side of his grandfather. Well dad agreed to move in as long as I would hook up the electric and
put in a septic tank and water, which I did. Now I see god had all this planned dad had a decent place to live an dad helped me financially with the house projects as well as keep me motivated at times. He also got closer to me and my son as we spent more time with him . Dad lived there
till he passed away this past august. During the years before his death I decided that I wanted
to start a family cemetery the state came out and did some test and told me no. So I then said I
would go down and purchase enough plots for the family in the Bainbridge cemetery, but dad and mom decided they would purchase half of them with me and I never told them each one thinking I purchased half of the sixteen sites, my parents have been divorced since I was 12 and my father was not apart of my life for a long time. He and my mother became friends again , he
even spent the last few days of his life in her house with her and my sister taking care of him.
my mother fixed one of his favorite meals and spent the afternoon talking with him the day he died. God and the little cabin on the hill brought a family back together. thank you God