Looking for Bill

LAKE KI RV RESORT,Arlington, Washington

We parked the RV
To face the water
And see the reflections
Across the lake.
A towhead of five
Out fishing with Dad
A fish he has caught
What fun for the day.
The ducks come to play
With their babies behind,
They dive and splash
And swim in a line.
The briars are blooming
With bees buzzing through.
Can’t wait until August
Plump blackberries to chew.
Brave Morning Glory
Through briars twine
With lovely white blossoms
Raised to the sun.
Out on the grass;
A gander stands guard,
While goose and gosling
Eat in peace.
And here comes a bunny
So timid and shy,
He nibbles some grass
And goes back to hide.
Boats glide on the lake
With fishermen holding
Poles in the water.
Oh! Look, he caught one.
A bit of a tussle
Winding the reel,
The fish on the end
Still wants to be free.
Fresh from the Lake
He brings them to me
I cook them up,
Oh! How tasty they be.
The lily pads floating
Out on the lake
Shoot out great blossoms
Bright yellow in the sun.
Among the reeds,
What do I see?
A big green bull frog
Looking back at me.
Lake Ki Resort
A great place to be
The peaceful lakeThe beautiful shore.

We had a great time at the Lake Ki RV Resort. We were parked with the front window of the motor home facing the lake. It was a beautiful lake with lily pads on the surface and Russian iris along the banks. The lawns were clean and groomed. Across the lake, houses were reflected in the water.

There was a parking area and people came to fish from the shore. Most of them caught all they wanted. Usually, one or two boats with fishermen would be out on the lake. They also caught their fair share of fish.

We were able to take time to visit our nephew Drake Mesenbrink and his family in Poulsbo, Washington, and my aunt and uncle, Bette and Joe Hagman, in Seattle.

We have talked to five Lions Clubs and two Senior Citizen Centers about Lewy Body Dementia. They were very interested in LBD.


When farm equipment would break down, as all farm equipment does, Bill would be out there working on it. He enjoyed working on the equipment as much as running it. He would fix tractors, change the belt on the swather, work on the baler, weld what needed welding. It seems there was always something that needed to be fixed.

I would many times be the gofer. He would send me after the part, and when I got to the John Deere store or wherever, I would ask for the part and they would give me several choices or size selections. I’d have to call Bill to find out which one to buy–this was before cell phones. It always helped if I had the part with me.

Sometimes, his brother would help. Bill was the one who came in with grease from his nose to his toes, and all over his clothes. His brother would come in with not a spot on him and he’d worked just as hard.

Bill kept the cars in shape so I never had to worry about oil or grease jobs or anything. He was the mechanic who fixed the cars. He put new motors in the cars if needed, always tinkered with them–just kept the cars shipshape for me to drive. He taught me that every time I filled up with gas, I was to check the oil.

One time Bill had gone to a meeting and I needed to go to work at 10:30 p.m. for the graveyard shift. He had my car and hadn’t come home yet. I took his car and started out. There was a rest area on the freeway on the way to work, and that is where I ran out of gas.

There was a telephone at the rest area, so I went to call to see if he was home yet and could come get me. No one answered. I walked back to the car and was a bit upset. Just as I got to the car, he showed up. He had gone home, hadn’t even gotten out of the car, and just knew I was in trouble and came to check. He took me to work.