This is the cabin - I know it does not look like much, it's just a hunting cabin. This cabin contains a lot of my memories with my Papa and Granny. It was sad at first, wishing they could be there. It was the first time a new generation (Philip) had come. I know Papa would have loved that. One evening I was putting Philip's shoes on a shelf and next to his were a pair of Dad's shoes and next to his a pair of Papa's that no one had moved. I really missed him then too. The things I remember about
Brandywine are: driving around the cabin in the car, eating meals like beans and cabbage that Granny had made, sleeping in full-size
bunk beds (which at the time seemed like eight feet high to me), Granny warming her hands under Papa's armpits in the morning (Ha!), waking up to Papa making homemade
biscuits with his hair all messed up, every time we passed John
Reddin's Ridge - Papa telling us the story, going on hikes, and of course, shooting and fishing. I am very excited to share these things with Philip when he is older so he can have memories of
Brandywine too.
When I was little, this is where we had to go to the bathroom - it was scary especially at night.
You just might be a redneck if you keep your
lawn mowing equipment with your toilet.
You just might be a redneck if you turn your truck bed into a playpen in your front yard. (I couldn't let Philip in the grass because of the cacti.)
This is where Papa taught me to fish. I cannot go fishing without thinking about him. I didn't mind catching my own bait or baiting my own hook, but Papa always took the fish off of the hook for me. This time I did it on my own - I think he would be proud (even if it was a little bluegill).
This is a
helgrimite - they live under the rocks in the fast flowing water, and are a favorite dinner for fish. While hunting them one time I found a snake. It took me about two leaps to get to the other side of the river.
Pa and Philip hung out for a while so I could do some
fishin'.
Philip liked the fish and probably would have eaten it if I would have let him.
Erin caught a pregnant fish!
Three generations.
Awwww...Bryon and Erin!
Brandywine lake
COLD water!
A fun place to play in the water.
Sun setting on the lake.
It has probably been a long time since there was a baby at the cabin. We lived without a lot of the usual things - a bath tub, carpet, heat. Philip was a trooper and especially liked the baths in the sink.
Granny loved playing
dominoes in the evening. So we had to play. This night, Bryon was having a little trouble getting his "train" started and he ended up with most of the
dominoes and a bad attitude. Eventually, the rest of us got stuck (because Bryon had drawn all of the
dominoes), so he ended up winning! Fun night!
The second place we went fishing.
Oh how beautiful!
Nobody caught anything this day, but it was great just being able to enjoy the scenery.
Philip tried to eat every rock....He was pretty busy!
This is the rifle range. I shot my first gun here (with Papa's help of course). It was always a lot of fun. One time we actually saw a black bear here. Thankfully we were all in the car!
Looks like Erin is shooting a big gun! Love the facial expression!
We always picked up brass for Uncle
Timbo to reload. We found a lot for him this time!
This is the cabin - I know it does not look like much, it's just a hunting cabin. This cabin contains a lot of my memories with my Papa and Granny. It was sad at first, wishing they could be there. It was the first time a new generation (Philip) had come. I know Papa would have loved that. One evening I was putting Philip's shoes on a shelf and next to his were a pair of Dad's shoes and next to his a pair of Papa's that no one had moved. I really missed him then too. The things I remember about Brandywine are: driving around the cabin in the car, eating meals like beans and cabbage that Granny had made, sleeping in full-size bunk beds (which at the time seemed like eight feet high to me), Granny warming her hands under Papa's armpits in the morning (Ha!), waking up to Papa making homemade biscuits with his hair all messed up, every time we passed John Reddin's Ridge - Papa telling us the story, going on hikes, and of course, shooting and fishing. I am very excited to share these things with Philip when he is older so he can have memories of Brandywine too.
When I was little, this is where we had to go to the bathroom - it was scary especially at night.
You just might be a redneck if you keep your lawn mowing equipment with your toilet.
You just might be a redneck if you turn your truck bed into a playpen in your front yard. (I couldn't let Philip in the grass because of the cacti.)
This is where Papa taught me to fish. I cannot go fishing without thinking about him. I didn't mind catching my own bait or baiting my own hook, but Papa always took the fish off of the hook for me. This time I did it on my own - I think he would be proud (even if it was a little bluegill).
This is a helgrimite - they live under the rocks in the fast flowing water, and are a favorite dinner for fish. While hunting them one time I found a snake. It took me about two leaps to get to the other side of the river.
Pa and Philip hung out for a while so I could do some fishin'.
Philip liked the fish and probably would have eaten it if I would have let him.
Erin caught a pregnant fish!
Three generations.
Awwww...Bryon and Erin!
Brandywine lake
COLD water!
A fun place to play in the water.
Sun setting on the lake.
It has probably been a long time since there was a baby at the cabin. We lived without a lot of the usual things - a bath tub, carpet, heat. Philip was a trooper and especially liked the baths in the sink.
Granny loved playing dominoes in the evening. So we had to play. This night, Bryon was having a little trouble getting his "train" started and he ended up with most of the dominoes and a bad attitude. Eventually, the rest of us got stuck (because Bryon had drawn all of the dominoes), so he ended up winning! Fun night!
The second place we went fishing.
Nobody caught anything this day, but it was great just being able to enjoy the scenery.
Philip tried to eat every rock....He was pretty busy!
This is the rifle range. I shot my first gun here (with Papa's help of course). It was always a lot of fun. One time we actually saw a black bear here. Thankfully we were all in the car!
Looks like Erin is shooting a big gun! Love the facial expression!
We always picked up brass for Uncle Timbo to reload. We found a lot for him this time! 
