With Uncle Tom in younger days,
To build a mountain legacy
Where Tannerville would come to be.
Through brush and bramble, year by year,
They carved out something special here,
Where families found their summer homes,
And mountain wisdom freely roamed.
Then Ed, my Grandpa, known to all,
Answered Tannerville’s sacred call,
His presence like a mountain oak,
In every tale the old folks spoke.
Three-wheelers humming through the trees,
Like busy clouds of summer bees,
From camp to camp we’d make our rounds,
Our motors’ gentle purring sounds.
“Going visiting,” we would say,
As wheels kicked dust along the way,
To share a story, laugh, or tale,
Where friendship never seemed to fail.
Screen doors would slam with welcome’s song, While coffee perked all summer long,
In camps where every open door
Held stories of the years before.
Great Grandpa’s vision, wild and free,
Uncle Tom’s tenacity,
And Grandpa Ed’s familiar smile,
Made sacred every mountain mile.
Children running wild with joy,
Each camp a playground to enjoy,
While elders shared their coffee sweet,
And wisdom passed from seat to seat.
The evening air would fill with smoke
From campfires where the old folks spoke
Of hunting tales and seasons past,
Building memories meant to last.
Three-wheelers parked in friendly rows,
While conversation gently flows,
From porch to porch and camp to camp,
Beneath the evening’s dewdrop lamp.
In Tannerville, no stranger stays,
For fellowship lights up the days,
Where every camp holds open arms,
And friendship keeps the evening warm.
Great Grandpa Jim would surely smile
To see how, after all this while,
His mountain dream took root and grew
Into this close-knit mountain crew.
Uncle Tom’s determined ways
Echo still in summer days,
While Grandpa Ed’s familiar face
Brings warmth to every gathering place.
The three-wheel tracks we left behind
Tell stories of a simpler time,
When visiting wasn’t scheduled in,
But flowed as natural as the wind.
From camp to camp the stories flow,
Of hunts and helps from long ago,
Each memory shared builds something more
Than just some camps along this shore.
For Tannerville’s not just a place,
But legacy of shared embrace,
Where three generations’ dreams combine
To make these mountains yours and mine.
Great Grandpa Jim and Uncle Tom
Built more than camps to call our own,
They founded something rare and true:
A mountain family, through and through.
And Grandpa Ed, beloved by all,
Still echoes in each friendly call,
Each camp light burning through the night,
Each three-wheeler’s evening flight.
This legacy runs mountain deep,
In trails these generations keep,
Where every camp light’s welcome glow
Tells stories that we all should know.
For in these camps and on these rides,
Where mountain wisdom still resides,
Three men’s vision helped to build
This precious place called Tannerville.
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