This one is real. The Sharp family, with the help of contractors built this dream cabin along the banks of the Purgatoire River. Because of the partly concealed space where we built this cabin, no part of it was constructed by any type of machinery. From the ground up to the two-story top of building manual power was all that put it together. The large 12x12 inch x 25 foot beams were raised by human hands. If I hadn’t seen this with my own eyes I would not have believed it. I believe this was the most exciting three months of my life. This contractor had to be the only one of his kind. Every time we told him what we would like to have in any certain part of the cabin, but we admitted it couldn’t be done, the answer was always, “oh yeah, we can do that.“ Amazingly the impossible was made possible. We had some angry neighbors because our cabin made most of the others look like bird houses. One might describe the building as being built in the back yard of another small cabin which was facing the main road, and just a few yards from the river bank. There had been a tiny old cabin in that space. That is how we got the lot by buying the older cabin. According to all Colorado building codes a larger cabin couldn’t be built there, but because of the contractor’s smart, amazing, ability to find a way, we got a permit and finished the building. No one could find a way to stop us, even though several tried. All of our family still hold this cabin dear to our hearts after selling it many years ago. With all the maintenance required to keep it up, it just wasn’t suitable for us to keep it any longer. Charles and I hadn’t retired yet, and the children had all moved to the south western part of Texas. We passed our dream onto some local people who were very happy to get it.
While owning this blest place we caught many trout from the rushing waters of the river a few yards from our back door. We cooked them on the brick grill as seen in the painting. Sometimes several others would share their catch with us always making a feast fit for a king. The little church seen in the upper part of the painting held services every Sunday morning, and the country store was one-fourth of a block away. Deer, and sometimes bear, were always close to our door steps. Elk and buffalo were just a short distance from our residence. Two locations of rental cabins were next door, and a next few blocks. I can’t begin to tell you how many interesting sites, and landmarks were within a days drive from our place. Many, many wonderful days were spent there while we owned this place. I long once again to be seated in front of the huge, native rock, fire place with friends and family. I hope I have made the painting tell you the truth about the way I have described everything.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
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