This was my father's heaven on earth.  Just below this group of chairs was his dock and his boat.  He spent every hour of every weekend here in his paradise.  This was most of the wonderful memories during his wake.  My father bought this property after the flood (in PA) of 1972.  I was a church camp when the flood occurred and he to his death does not realize that I almost dround in the ocean at our camp in Virginia.

When I got home that night, our basement was flooded and my mother woke me up at 2 am to help and sweep the water out...there was no where for it to go...

What a memorable experience.  My father bought the cottage that we spent weekends at and the home that my Grandmother lived in next to them.

My sister knocked down that cottage and built a wonderful home.  I'm happy for her...