Ice Cream Cones

I apologize in advance for getting nostalgic. I just can't get enough of the pictures of Sam at the cabin. I spent my childhood there, as did my mom. Grandpa Bob built it as a hunting cabin with several of his friends after the war. It has been transformed into a cozy little house over the years (indoor plumbing is a wonderful thing!).

No trip up north is complete without going to Crosslake for ice cream cones. When I was about 10 years old I was on a trip to the cabin with Grandma and Grandpa. Grandpa Bob and I were playing cards, and he told me we were playing to see who would buy our ice cream. I, of course, lost. I brought my little purse into town with me expecting to use all of my money buying cones. Grandpa pretended to be confused, saying, "No, no...when you're playing cards, the winner always has to buy. Don't you know that?" Aww, Grandpa.

So much has changed, and Sam won't get to know Grandpa Bob's quiet kindness. But I'll be darned if I break the ice cream cone tradition!