David C. McLavic - 45. Chapter 45

Working in the forest on the left side of the Lake didn’t take long. The men were fast as the ground was soft. I knew come winter it would be like chopping ice, but not now. The biggest problem I had was getting the pipe. Dad had to help me with that. The funny thing, the price for delivery was more than the price for the ceramic drainage pipe. For every dollar on the purchase of the pipe, delivery was fifty cents more, a total of two dollars and a half per pipe delivered.

By the end of November , the drainage field was completed except for crossing the creek. That we would have to wait until the flow reduced to a trickle. Pipe was laid on both sides and I had one piece of solid pipe that would connect the two ends.

While the men were working on the drainage field, Bobby’s brother and a few of his friends were working on preparing the site for his cabin. There was a deadline for his cabin and so preparing the area took precedent over any other project Bobby might have been interested in starting.

Bobby’s brother learned another lesson. Prepping a site for a cabin was one thing but earning money to furnish it was another. With the new cabin, he needed more furniture. He said he would use the furniture he had, but he will need furniture for the baby. One day when I was at Crystal Lake, checking the work being done, he showed me a photo of a baby’s crib. It was his and Bobby’s crib. His dad had stored it and now it will be his baby's. I was wondering what else will his family give him to help him furnish his new home.

Winter came, everything was on time except, someone wanted to make an appearance. Bobby’s brother and wife had an addition. At first they thought the child was born too early, but they were wrong. Bobby now had a healthy baby nephew. I would tease him by calling him Uncle Bobby. I told him he needed to get use to being called Uncle.

His brother and family stayed at Bobby’s parents home. That meant, according to Bobby, he had to move out for a little while. I smiled, Bobby stayed with me overnight on a few occasions but now he needed to stay here until his brother’s cabin was finished and furnished.

I’m not sure what Bobby thought it would be like staying with me but it didn’t take him long to realize he gave me the opportunity to teach him. Out came my old school books, and every night after dinner, we would cover some subject. Math didn’t seem to be a problem. Reading was but I had some of Dad’s reports, he found them interesting. So it wasn’t difficult to get him to read but there was only one thing, he kept asking questions. I didn’t mind the questions, only the timing. I’d be working on a design for the Crystal Lake project, he would ask a question that would distract me for a moment.