The Phoenix Out of the ashes will rise a new Phoenix A soaring being returning from death To prove that once again life is eternal, I live forever because the spirit never dies, I will return in another body, in another time but it is me, The me who is me now and always be As long as I live, I learn and I live forever.. THE PHOENIX A HISTORY The cabin came to us on January 6, 2003. But it was built in 1908 by Mr. Toms. He bought some land and decided to build a cabin. I got to know his daughters Helen and Ada. Helen was the one I got to know best. She had stories of how things were in a time long gone by. She would tell these stories to my brother Chuck and I when we were kids. We would sit on the porch and listen to stories about Indians across river and building of the cabin. I can see her with her army outfit and fishing pole and paddling her canoe up river. We bought the cabin from Eldon and Ruth Smith. It was a dream comes true I had the cabin that I remember as a young child. It was located next door to Doxhaven. On February 22, 2003, a little more than a month after we moved in and we still had most of our stuff in boxes on the porch we lost our cabin. From what we can figure a spark left the chimney and landed on the roof and 100 year old wood burns fast. Luckily we were next door at Doxhaven when the fire started. It was gone in 15 minutes. The saddest day of my life was watching that cabin burn. Grace who was three at the time would say "The cabin is broken". We found, by pure luck, a man who built log cabins by the name of Jack. Yes," we have the house that Jack built". Doug and Jack planned the cabin on a picnic table of the cement block of the original cabin. We went through many committees and made allot of promises but six years later we have a log cabin. It has full logs and hickory cabinets in the kitchen made by a Amish man named Melvin and a Lannon stone fire place made by the Putz brothers. It is a nice place to hang our hats. It had original picture taken by Mr. Toms of a river long since changed. But some things stay the same, like the feeling you get when you sit on the porch. The troubles just flow down the river and you are at peace.

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