Home away from Home

When we first started camping at Mississinewa the campsites only had electricity. The first job the kids had was to fill the water tank. That was their job for the week-end. We had to keep telling the kids not to let the water run as it would fill the holding tank and we would have to unhook the motor home and empty the tank. Grandpa took a dim view of that job. Missy, granddaughter No. two had Ben Michael around two years and Matthew the baby. Little Ben was fascinated by the stool in Grandma's bathroom and since he liked it so well we had him potty trained in a week-end. If you want to potty train your kids, buy a motor home! When Matthew was older, he too thought the stool was fascinating only his curoisity got the better of him. He went into the bathroom, put his little foot on the pedal that flushed the stool, saw the water closer in the bottom, put his hand down there to see how it worked , took his foot off the pedal and he was caught. He wasn't hurt but was sure he was trapped for good. His yells attested to that. Oh for a video camera! Grandpa spent some times taking the door off the bathroom because the boys would go in , lock the door and then couldn't unlock it. Little boys are such a joy. Missy then had Jeremiah and when he was older one rainy memorial day week-end, he came running toward the fire pit which was full of water, couldn't stop and ended up in the fire pit. We had to fish him out of the fire pit, ashes and all. It was what memories are made of. It was a time when we as a family could spend time together. Families change, children grow up, the the memories remain forever.