The Cedar Chest 

When my dad was 19, he bought my mom a cedar chest. I never knew how the cedar chest made its way into our family. I just remember it always being around – the place where we stored old family photos, birth certificates, baptismal gowns, and other family heirlooms. When I was a young boy, sitting on the floor of our rec room, I would occasionally open it up to sift through its contents. I loved the smell of cedar that would waft out as I opened the lid. I could keep myself busy for hours looking at black and white photos and my parents’ wedding album. I’m pretty sure I was the only person to regularly look through it, so the cedar chest became my hiding place for my own secret treasures. That’s where I kept my baseball cards.

This Memorial Day weekend, Kristine, the kids and I traveled to Coeur d’Alene, Idaho to help my parents move out of their house on Lake Coeur d’Alene, where they have lived for 20 years. That chest has sat untouched in a closet under my parents’ stairs for those two decades. My mom and dad have known for a while that I’ve had my eye on the cedar chest, so they are now ready to part ways with it. As she cleaned it out in preparation for our visit, my mom said she found my old baseball cards. She also found old photos of my dad and her from the dances they attended at Gonzaga Prep and Gonzaga University in the late 1950s and early ’60s. Henry and Ruby got a kick out of those.

Today, we all visited my parents’ house on the lake for the last time. My dad helped me load that cedar chest in the minivan. When we get back to Bellingham, that cedar chest is where I’m going to keep the memorabilia of Fry Lodge. I wonder if Henry or Ruby will develop their own relationship with that piece of furniture. Either way, I’m sure I’ll occasionally find myself sitting in front of it with the lid open, as the smell of cedar washes memories over me.

Goodbye, Fry Lodge Rockford Bay 

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North Idaho Vacation Part 2

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We wrapped up our smokey North Idaho vacation with four days in Coeur d’Alene. Grandpa Mustache and Grandma White Wine took the kids for two days while Kristine and I got some overdue alone time. We also hung out with our friends, Jim and Kristy Womble, who took me on an 18-mile bike ride on the Trail of the Coeur d’Alenes. On Saturday, we had a BBQ with the rest of the Fry siblings, who spent some time on the washers court, while Henry and Ruby turned into prunes in the pool. A great vacation with family and friends.

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Fry Goodbyes

We were on the road as soon as we opened our eyes this morning. The drive along the Columbia River was breathtaking as we made our way through the farm land of central Washington. We got to Lake Coeur d’Alene by 11am to spend the day with the entire Fry Family. Henry and Ruby had a blast hanging out with their first cousins once removed, and I even got to see Jim and Kirsty Womble one last time before heading east. Good times. Tomorrow: Bozeman, Montana.

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