Pat and I were at breakfast and I was excited telling about Big Guy finally getting the wiring on Little Sanitee figured out and bragging about the new mermaid picture I painted on her last Monday and Tuesday.
This brought about Pat's Grandparents and their travel trailer story again.
Pat's Grandparents were immigrants from Poland , married since they were young. For many many years papa had his beloved travel trailer. Papa and Gramma went camping every chance they could enjoying the same little camper for years. Gramma decided they were to old to go camping all the time and made Papa sell his beloved treasure. For all of Papa's 80th year without the camper, he was depressed and pining. Finally Gramma could take it no longer and told him to go out and get another and they would camp again. For Papa's 81st birthday they readied the trailer and went out to the park for a weekend of camping. On Sat. morning Gramma was making breakfast. Papa got up to go outside, telling Gramma "Oh Pipka! you have made me the happiest man on earth, I have my camper and I have you!"
It would be nice to say they enjoyed many more years of camping but this is a real story and they don't always end as we would like them to.
Pat's Grandfather had a heart attack and died of natural causes right outside his little camper. He died as the happiest man of earth.
We will all die someday. I pray when my time comes I will be able to say I am the happiest woman on earth.
Picture was painted by me back in the summer in my little camper that makes me so happy, even in drydock.