Walter Jacobs

We visited tonight and there is a lot to tell, but it's late and I will only get into one part of it for now. My parents have been so kind to let us bring Walter down there to try out their property as her new home, and I am so grateful.  I think of the cabin as "My Mom's Cabin", and here is why. The cabin was once a little dilapidated falling down house. It was covered with that tar-paper surface that looked like fake brick and was really about to fall down until my mom got hold of it. It turned out there was a log cabin underneath, but there were many logs beyond repair and it was all in terrible shape. She had someone look at it and they determined it was not worth trying to save. She was so sad and happened to call me the day they were starting to tear it down. To make a long story short, I said something like "STOP THE PRESSES". Or at least stop the guys out there! To make a long story short, I helped my mom get a second opinion on the cabin. A guy who had experience in conserving log cabins made a trip down there and did not think it was a lost cause after all, and he even had some spare logs he was willing to let her use to shore up the old place. So the cabin was saved! Really, it was a big deal for my mom - and for me. The lot was overgrown with everything and my mom went to work digging up this and planting that until she's made it into a very charming little place. She had to shore up the underneath of the cabin, though. "Critters" kept crawling under there. So she had someone put tin and screens all along the underside of the cabin to prevent all that wildlife from making themselves at home underneath.Well, so much for that. I have not told my Mom yet, but....here is Walter Jacobs. See that screen? He's safely on the INSIDE - looking out at us