Grandma’s Cabin

Clara. I have always loved her name. There is a crisp elegance about it, and yet a softness, too. And that is exactly what she was likeTo us, however, she was always “Grogey,” the name with which my older sister Nancy christened her as a toddler.

Little did I know, looking back now more than a half century later, what our cherished time together at the cabin would mean to me. Through her quiet manner and simple acts of love, Clara instilled in me the wonder of wild birdsong, the thrill of independence, the gift of trust, the joy of simplicity, the imagination that is born of solitude, and the calm that comes with routine.

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