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Date Posted: 13:40:46 01/20/21 Wed
Author: Sojourner
Subject: 47 Years and Still Very Much Alive

Today... this house is officially in “Mourning”... 47 years ago, tonight... 6 fire companies responded to a call to the grounds of what had been the most beautiful respite, shelter, sanctuary 100s of people from around the world had come to, for a night, a day, week-end... retreat, to enjoy the company of loving friends, Friends, acquaintances. George was a perfect host in every way. Pat, Brenda... ALL were pure delight. And we all participated in each-other's and one-another's joys, celebrations, tragedies, equally, compassionately and empathetically. There really were no actual “strangers” amongst us. Those who came did so of their own accord, as a purposeful destination. “New faces” became “old Friends”, “old Friends” became true “Family”. Oh sure, just as good Friends and Family have their differences, none were immune to the occasional disputes, debates, discrepancies. But most often, the tensions dissipated and disappeared as the sun rose on the next new day... or... not very long there-after. G's was our “Home”, George made that a certainty. And in our Home, all were truly brothers, sisters, husbands, wives, children... in one manner or another, we were, indeed, and in fact, “Family”, close or “extended”. The music played, from dance-in-joy, through romantic and to solemn. And we danced... celebratorily, seductively, amourously, intro- and retro-spectively; we danced together, even when apparently solo, none danced truly alone... we celebrated and mourned... together. G's' life-time wasn't “long”, in the common accounting of time, in calendar days, weeks, months, years, but with-in it's relatively short span, generations came, passed, “lived, laughed, cried, loved”. The “elders” passed, either moving on or moving else-where. We were young, no matter our age, and mobile. Most of us were just beginning to become part of the greater world, universe. The others? They were enjoying the final vestiges of the glories of so many moments, acquired and accumulated, listening to the music of the juke-box and the voices of all those around them... absorbing the variety of all that is a human existence and then... moving, as we all do, in one manner or another, on-ward to where-ever it is that all things eventually pass along to. But we ALL LIVED!!! LIFE was abundant, in a minute's time, a month, a year, and it was LIVED!!! in, for and with all that Life is and can be. And as it is with “Life”, people, places, from bucolic meadow or forest, to the steel structures of Earthly cities... G's too, was forced to succumb to the inevitable eventuality, and as a phoenix is consumed by raging fire, so too, G's was engulfed, enveloped, consumed. It never “rose from the ashes” materially, but, as is obvious by these words, almost a half-century later, one can say that G's was never completely consumed by those flames, that night. In spite of all the efforts made by those who intentionally endeavoured to delay or even thwart the attempts of 6 fire companies to save the life of Mr. G's, the place, the music, the people, the memories survive. And though those of us who harbour G's' memories in our fading hearts and souls have passed and will soon pass into the silence that removes all, eventually, here, the legacy is passed to the future. Those of you who were never so blessed with the walks through the meadows, along the wooded path to the spring-fed swimming pool, a night of dancing to the music of the juke-box, watching the sun rise over “Round Hill” of a Summer morning, falling in Love... well, hopefully this brief account will spark in your heart, your own “Mr. G's Round Hill Lodge”, inspire you to dance to the music that surrounded our hearts and encourage you to LIVE, to the fullest, the truly brief life-time you have at hand, and hopefully, you'll pass along this legacy of the resort at the end of the old dirt drive, up on the hill, where LIFE WAS LIVED... and George will forever live on... in hearts that will follow those of us who loved and appreciated him with all that we were.



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