The Lake House
I’m writing this from my uncle's nineteenth-century house on Sand Lake in
the beautiful Irish Hills of Michigan. I’m here celebrating the release of
Sundae My Love, part of the Wild Rose Press Two Scoops or One anthology.
When I decided to set the story here on the lake, I had to include the
house and it’s ghostly inhabitants. No one has actually seen our spectral
friends, but we’ve all heard doors slam, footsteps going up and down the stairs,
along with numerous creaks, bumps, squeaks, and thumps.
I know there are those
who think we’re all imagining this, including my disbelieving husband. That was
until one night, while alone reading on the couch, he said there was so much
commotion coming from the kitchen, he had to take a look. He saw nothing, but
he’s no longer such a skeptic.
This is a great old house where I have wonderful memories of summers spent
with my cousins. We swam in the lake, played in the woods, picked wild
raspberries, and piled in the back of the station wagon to go get ice
cream.
My family still gathers here on the lake, and when I return the house
welcomes me like a beloved blanket. Although, when I arrive, I make sure to say
hello to those who can’t be seen and ask them nicely not to scare the pants off
me.
5 comments:
What an interesting house. A great place to celebrate your new release. The Irish Hills are beautiful.
What a beautiful house, Debby! Enjoyed the post and pictures. All the best with your new release!
Thanks, Ladies!
Having grown up in a slightly haunted house, I can appreciate your embrace of the past and it's, ummm, quirks. I'm posting this at a writing retreat with three friends who are all bright pink from a day on Lake Michigan (after morning keyboard time!). Yes, something about the water soothes the soul and opens the imagination.
Great write-up Debby and a wonderful story of love at the lake!
With all the happiness in that old house, the spirits have to be good ones!
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