Calling all “Jeffersoners”


Welcome to all my new “old” friends from Lake Hopatcong/Oak Ridge, NJ…………It’s so comforting to feel you around me once again. We shared our lives and our families for a good bit of our lives, and that is a tie that binds.

Perhaps you can relate to the below short story (re-blog from my site at http://www.thethoughtfullife.wordpress.com) as the genesis for your family’s home on or near Lake Hopatcong.

Enjoy!

Debbie Hope
Aka Full of Hope

I can envision the scene clearly in my mind. A sleepy lake community, not much around except water and woods. Most people are living in the city or in another slumbering suburb closer to civilization. There aren’t many all year round houses. Several summer bungalows are scattered along the tree lined unpaved road. Most look potato chip thin and could easily crumble during a long, cold winter. A strong wind may send them floating through the air along with Dorothy and Toto and their house.

A semi rolls through and grinds to a bumpy stop and the squeak of his brakes echo in the stillness. His tires fill the air with plumes of dust that trail for a good mile behind him. He checks and re-checks his papers to make sure he’s in the right place. It’s hard to tell since he has never come out this far before. Most of his stops are a little more populated than this one.

He glances back over the trailer and takes a quick inventory. Everything appears to be there. The flat bed is filled to the brim with lumber. Pieces of every shape and size nestled neatly in a pile, one intricately placed on top of another. Today is different than most days. He is delivering a truck full of dreams disguised as lumber. The genesis of a family filled with Hope.

Flash forward over fifty five years. That same street is brimming with houses. Potato chip thin walls have been replaced with thick, strong foundations much like the people who have lived there. Many lives have swirled through this house. People have come and gone and yet she weathered all the storms. All things truly do come to an end. It is time to move on. Time to count the many blessings and endless memories. Time to say farewell, you served us well.

Full of Hope

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