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Hunter's Lodge - part II

bdahunter

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June 1974, I had been volunteered to accompany Nan Hunter to the cottage and do repairs and maintenance to the property. Basically, I had been sent to keep an eye on Nan who was now in her late 70
 
as lil brother's always have crushes on big sister's friends. Believe me, I went thru this with Lil Brother a few times. This was a scarey story, but I think Diane was a bit of a sissy by not staying.

Painting and killing wild things was a pretty tall order for a thirteen year old, but my, what memories your Nana made for you! It is very obvious that you loved her very much and she was a mainstay in your growing up years! She sounded like a pretty tough cookie!

Thanks for this Part II --- Can't wait for more! Were you ever scared by the strange goings on at the Cottage? Didn't seem to bother Nan any! Thanks for another great story! :)
 
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That's the problem with having a good looking sister, they always have good looking friends. (birds of a feather flock together):lol:
Nan Hunter was the only grandmother I really got to know because both of my 'real' grandmothers were dead by the time I reached the age of 5. Nan was an incredible woman all right, tough as nails when she had to be but kind and loving in general. Her husband died before her 3 kids were grown up and she raised them by herself. I vividly remember Nan splitting wood with an axe well into her 70's, one very tough cookie.

Glad you enjoyed the second part of the story, hang on for part III.

Eric
 
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I have been places like that where things just did not feel right. Spooky
 
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