A Guest Post...

Here's a post from my dad about a great story that happened to him while he was fishing last weekend, but first it's important to know a few things: 


1. My mom (Jane), her two sisters and their parents would go down to Lake Ozark almost every weekend to stay at the lake house that her parents (John & June) shared with several of their friends (Don, Jim, Jack, and several other awesome names from that era) 
2. My mom's mom (June) passed away last summer
3. June's house was adorned with butterflies at every corner - on her bedspread, on her throw blankets and pillows, on her walls, as magnets, wherever you turned, there was a butterfly 
4. My dad always has the worst luck on fishing trips - either it rains, or he catches no fish, he drops a fish and kills it, or he's sick as a bastard

So get a load of this little diddy as told by my old man... 

(I have edited out the goofy Kenn-isms) :

"So it's my bi-annual trek to Lake Ozark, MO with the boys for fishing - Bill's mom retired down there and has a place right across the mouth of the cove from where Jane's mom and dad shared a summer home with friends. 

So right outta the gate, this seems to be my weekend. Someone always winds up being the big fish guy, and the hope is nobody gets shut out (on fish). This was my first catch of several on Friday night alone. 

Right across from Don's old dock (an old, very close family friend of ours) with a great view of Jane's parents' place!

Sadly, Saturday morning I saw the "For Sale" signs at the end of the property's point. I called on it for grins and the realty guy said it was just one portion of it - not the entire area. I guess someone had purchased that property and couldn't pay it off.

Bill, my brother David and I chatted up old times there, and all at once a monster butterfly flew out from behind this "For Sale" sign.

Looked like a Monarch, except it was yellow. I told Bill and David right away that if it wasn't my weekend already, it surely was now - as Grandma June (Jane's mom) had an affinity for butterflies, and many times we teased that she would come back as one.

Well this damned butterfly was nuts for us - kept darting in and out of the boat - Dave and I held our hands out and tried to get it to land - but it would have none of that... We floated further down the cove, across from Uncle Jim's new place, and got the lines back in the water. 

Unbelievably, from Jim's dock this little rascal appeared once more, and decided to ride with me for awhile.

Not sure who or what that was all about (yes I am), but three grown up hung-over adults were blown away with the possibilities. 

No Photoshop - Just fact."

Grandma June was at the lake with my old man this weekend, and sure enough, they found her where she always preferred to be... at their old lake house. Here's a few pictures of our family enjoying Lake Ozark:

Thanks for saying "hi" Grandma