The Sound of his voice

Word Press Weekly writing Challenge: The Sound of Blogging
*As I thought about this week’s writing challenge and “The Sound” of blogging, I thought of all the sounds I’ve heard or hear on a daily basis, and which of those mean the most to me.. or even impacted me throughout my life. At first, I didn’t think I would be able to come up with anything..but I surprised myself and love the end result!

He called me “his little girl”
He didn’t care what she said.
He knew in his heart, I was a part of him.
He doted over me, he loved me..and cried over me.
I wish I could remember the sound of his voice.


“Get that thumb out of your mouth!”
She didn’t care what he said.
“Your daughter is the problem in this marriage!”
He only pretended to care for me, his stepchild.
He resented me, he blamed me… and scared me with his words.
I wish I could forget the sound of his voice.



“I’ve always known you were mine!”
I cared what he said.
He was genuinely happy for this father-daughter reunion.
20 years had passed..He still loved me, thought about me, and soothed me with his words.
I wish I could hold on to the sound of his voice.



“I love you!”
He said.
“Will you marry me?”
He said.
I will always remember the sound of his voice.



“Yes, I will walk you down the aisle.”
He said.
“Yes, I will give you away.”
He said.
I will always remember the sound of his voice.

-Heather Decker



Weekly Writing Post Challenge: Listen to the Voices in Your Head – “A Decker Daycation” -By Heather Decker

My Purse Dog “Post It” Note – my kind of style!

Last weekend Hope and Chris invited my husband and I to spend the weekend at their cabin near Roslyn, Washington.  Normally, I would rely on the GPS in my car for driving instructions, I’m an absolute mess when it comes to finding new places on my own! But, as Hope insisted she give me them over the phone Friday evening, the blank Post It Note stared back at me, waiting for some action.  Let’s face it, there’s just something about a cute little dog dressed in a pink button up jacket .. hair bows and all that makes a Post It note extra special and quite thrilling to write on! My instructions were exact, without any question and left no room for error, mirroring the same characteristics I so highly valued in my friend Hope, who also knew of my shortcomings with directions and without hesitation restated them for me, as I wrote them down, word for word.

Chris & Hope’s Cabin Aug. 2012

In the four years of attending college in Ellensburg, never once did I venture out towards Roslyn or any of the towns surrounding this little gem of a weekend getaway.  We arrived at the cabin Saturday afternoon, greeted by some of the tallest trees I’ve ever seen in my life.  The cabin reminded me of a cozy hide-a-way on a cold winter’s night. Dark stained wood panels lined the cabin’s rustic exterior, along with two small windows on either side of the door. The windows were just big enough for you to watch snowflakes fall from the inside and the coffee pot brewing from the outside.  The porch, adorned with a red floor mat and a white screen door, awaited my entrance.

As I walked inside, Hope filled me in on the details of the cabin. “Roslyn used to be a coal mining town, and so this cabin was originally built to house coal mining workers,” she said. The inside was no larger than about 500 square feet. I looked around at the space being used. A kitchenette to my right which included a sink, a counter and some cupboards above, and a wood stove in the corner.  Directly in front of me, a 1970’s style sofa, and a door leading into the restroom. A flat screen television (newest addition) directly hung on the wall in front of the sofa.  To my left, an alcove that housed two bunk beds on one side, and another small window, offering sunlight over the queen sized bed on the other side, still allowing for a small walkway between both beds.  This cabin (even for its small size) could easily house 6 grown adults. The outhouse (behind the cabin, respectfully built for two), replaced with an indoor bathroom, which included the essentials: a sink for brushing your teeth and washing hands, a mirror for fixing your hair, a few hooks for hanging bathing suits and swim trunks, a freezer/fridge for holding more of the essentials: fruity drinks, hamburgers & sausages for campfire BBQ‘s, and the most important essential of all: a toilette…much preferred over the two person outhouse!  What once was used as shelter for coal mining workers is now used as a vacation cabin just one block away from a crystal clear reservoir, otherwise known as Lake SPY.. something rather.  I promised Chris I would not disclose the actual name of this reservoir, and honestly I can’t remember the particular spelling of it anyway.

A beautiful day on “Lake Spy”

As we ventured on out and walked down to the beach, I imagined the family life of others living in that cabin during the coal mining days.  I imagined a husband coming home to his cabin, his sanctuary after a long day of working underground, shovel in one hand and maybe a lantern in the other, breathing in the worst of fumes, filling up one cart after the next, full of black pieces of rock, until the whistle blew, giving him permission to go home. I imagined his wife inside cooking dinner over an old wood-stove, while his two small children help gather the wood outside to keep the fire going while they sleep.  I imagined a home, a safe haven, that he looked forward to seeing at the end of each day.  And now, this very same cabin continues to serve its purpose.. as a getaway from ringing cell phones, Facebook status updates, and the never ending stresses of the daily grind.  It allows time for those priceless moments filled with heartfelt conversations, a “little” laughter over the fear of being stuck in the bathroom, or maybe just pure silence.. with the exception of chipmunks and their chatter.  “Isn’t it nice to just be off the grid for awhile?” Hope says, as I slip back to reality from my daydream, realizing we are now standing in front of a beautiful lake.. in which I’ve promised not to disclose its whereabouts. “Yes”, I reply .. already inspired and thinking about what I’ll end up blogging about this cabin and our daycation!