I was up at five o’clock Saturday morning to get my baked beans in the oven to bake. I had mixed them up the day before so they could set in the frig over night. Saturday was the Bolin family reunion at the Bolin Cabin on Beaver Lake. The cabin my late brother, Pat and family, built when his son was fighting in Vietnam. The reunion is really a get together for the cousins. This year it was only Jane and I to watch over the “Younger Folks” who most are grandparents now. Brother Jim and wife, Pat, did not get to be there this year. Jim was missed because he is the Patriarch of the family. I love going to the cabin as it is in a secluded, quiet place. You have to look through the trees to see the lake. I still laugh about the time Frank and I spent the night at the cabin. At that time there was a screened-in porch where we slept. The night sounds were deafening. I think all the insects of the night were singing plus the whippoorwills. I was loving it. I just pulled the blanket up around my neck for a peaceful night sleep when Frank called out, “Am I going to have to listen to this racket all night?” He wasn’t enjoying it one bit. In later years sister Maxine and I decided we would spend a night or two at the cabin and this was in the winter. Pat had gone out there with us and got a good fire burning in the fireplace before he left us for the night. We had taken food for our camping trip. It began to rain a hard, cold rain. We had to figure out what we were going to do if we needed to get up during the night as the bathroom is located under the back room which meant we had to go outside to get there. Since the cabin was in a secluded area the next thing we had to do was to figure out how to secure the doors as there were no locks. We managed to secure the doors with everything we could move up against them. We even had a hatchet near the door just in case. I don’t know which one of us was going to use it. Some time during the night the fire went out which proved we did sleep. We didn’t know how we were going to start another fire. Maxine remembered she had a bottle of perfume which we used to start the fire. The perfume really did work. Although we had brought food for breakfast we both decided we were ready for civilization and we would go find a place to eat. Pat was Terminal Manager for Arkansas Best Freight in Fayetteville at that time and we stopped at his office on our way to breakfast. When he saw us he said, “I sure am glad to see you two. I was worried about you. There was a robbery at the store in Avoca last night and they are still looking for the robbers.” The cabin is near Avoca so he was concerned.
Saturday it was a little warm at the cabin but the canopy over the patio along with fans saved the day. It wasn’t bad at all. Lots of food—barbecue chicken, pulled pork and brisket with all the fixings plus everything else one could think of. It is really a “Happy Time” for me just to see how much fun the cousins have just talking and laughing. “A Good Laugh is Sunshine in a House”. Too bad I can’t hear well enough to hear what they talk about that is so funny. Maybe it is better that I don’t. I am so happy that Pat’s family has kept the cabin. I’m sure that is what Pat would have wanted.