Monday, January 12, 2015

Vacation in the Ozarks

Joining with Retired-Not-Tired for Monday Memories:

Back on the farm in Illinois, we didn't take vacations when I was really young.  First of all not enough money, but also because farming required my dad to be there all the time. But when I was in my teens, my parents decided to take us on a family vacation to the Lake of the Ozarks in Missouri. They rented a cabin with enough beds for my parents, my brothers and me, and packed up enough food to feed an army for a week. I'm sure this made for a fairly inexpensive trip the first week of August.  This is the time when the crops are all maintained and farmers are just waiting for that first chance to get into the field for harvest.

From our cabin we could run down the hill to the walkway out to the floating dock and jump off into the water to swim. Among the other guests at our complex, we met a wonderful couple with teen-aged children....and a ski boat! This was so far from our normal life experiences, that I can't tell you how excited we were, when we were invited to go for a boat ride.  Jack and Pat loved to take folks out on the water.  They also loved to teach kids who had never been behind a boat to ski. I never tried it. I was way too chicken. They would say, "Come on, you can do it. If you fall, it won't hurt!" Then I would overhear a conversation about someone falling and having their eyelids turn inside out.  Not for me!

We did have wonderful fun. There was a carnival at the main bridge with rides and a huge Ferris wheel. We got cotton candy and caramel corn to much on. 

Our families became fast friends, and from that time on we continued to travel to Missouri from Illinois (six hours) to our reserved cabin at the lake. My brothers and finally my children all learned to ski behind Jack and Pat's boat. I remember one vacation where a family was staying in our complex with a huge speed boat.  It pulled seven skiers out of the water at the same time. And it made a lot of noise!

I'll stick with this boat!

It was probably the only time in my memory when I saw my dad really relax.  I cherish that memory. Farmers have a really hard life, and he did custom work for other farmers as well.

Have a great Monday.

Linda Kay
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