The mountain...
Just finished up our annual Labor Day weekend celebration at the "mountain". Those who aren't in the know, the mountain is both a place and a frame of mind. As you can see from Jack and his Nana, THIS IS THE MOUNTAIN. Lets go back. The way I understand it, my Grandfather, his brother in laws after world war II came home and somehow acquired this patch of land in bear creek. Not on a lake, not ON a mountain, no significant patch of beauty, but a piece of land that they decided to turn into a haven. They built four homes. All the homes each belonging to one of the Burke sisters. and their families. The fourth belonged to my Grandfathers sister and her husband. Adeline and Bud. So these men, hand built these homes. Pieces from other houses torn down, scavenged tubs, windows, sinks, to create... Our mountain. I rememebre as a young child spending my summers there. Our house, was Adeline and Buds house. My Mom and Dad...