My childhood summer’s were spent on the Delaware River at my family’s resort, Eddy Farm. The resort was managed by a handful of cousins and their spouses. My father ran the maintenance department, and my mother oversaw housekeeping. Because of the resort, I was lucky to grow up with a very large family. We spent the entire summer together and always gathered for memorable Christmas Eve parties. As a child this was heaven.
Now that I’ve grown older I understand a terrible reality. My family has three generations; oldest, mid-aged, and 20 somethings. The oldest generation has begun to leave us, and with them will go the memories and stories of Eddy Farm. I mean this not pessimistically, but as a fact.
How shall we hold on to the past while the present is rapidly accelerating us toward the future?
Here is my attempt.
My family lost Frank at the end of last month. I remember Frank as the M.C. of Eddy Farm. Every weekend he would host a Hysterical Historical Tour that would take guests on a walking tour of the grounds. I followed that tour everywhere. NOTE: Eddy Farm was first a farm and then was developed into a resort. It’s heyday could be compared to Dirty Dancing. There was a lot of history. In October, the resort would host a spectacular Halloween weekend. The pinnacle being a judged parade that continues to rival any costume party I’ve attended. Frank always had the mic and would warm up the crowd and introduce the guests.
Frank impacted me the most through his artistic ability. He was a great illustrator. Many people have helped me throughout the years, but Frank began my love of art. I can still remember the character he drew, a single line created the face and head. It was creative, but most importantly it was simple enough for a child to understand and mimic. Art wasn’t complicated. Even through my teens, his charm and interest in my art always kept me moving forward.
So my question still stands… As direct links to the past begin to leave us – how shall we hold onto the memories?