GRANDDADDY'S CABIN
Music and Lyrics By Emmy Creigh
Sam Says: This song was written by my little sister, Emmy. It is about our maternal grandfather, Harry Oswalt, Sr. He was an inventor of farm implement machinery, mostly for the cattle-feeding industry. In his spare time, he loved to fish and hunt birds. Around 1935, he and my grandmother, Irene, bought a cabin and 10 acres of rock at the intersection of the Gunnison and Lake Fork Rivers in Colorado. The cabin had been built high above the riverbed and into a sharp cliff on the old hand-built Mormon Trail roadbed. It was the Oswalt family cabin and fishing lodge for the next 25 summers. The cabin site is currently under water--a result of the damming that created the Curecanti National Recreational Area.
"Granddaddy's
Cabin" Along The Gunnison River, painted by my grandmother,
Irene Oswalt, most likely in the 1950's.
To the Colorado canyons we'd head when school let out
From the wheat fields of Kansas to those rivers stuffed with trout
We'd wind along dirt switchback roads out Sapinero way
Feed the chipmunks, wade the streams, and savor every day
In Granddaddy's cabin along the Gunnison
He spent his summers fishin', tyin' flies and havin' fun
But they dammed that river in the Fall of sixty one
So he boarded up his cabin along the Gunnison
He'd take us to the river where fishin' skills were taught
Then he'd fire up the woodstove--cook up the trout we'd caught
But cities have their hunger, and power they must make
So they turned the mighty Gunnison into a quiet lake
CHORUS
Piece by piece he carried out everything he could
The water's risin' every day and the fishin's no damn good
But leavin' his old cabin was just too much to bear
And his heart they say gave out that day
But I think he left it there
In Granddaddy's cabin along the Gunnison
He spent his summers fishin', tyin' flies, and havin' fun
But he died that winter--his river days were done
But his heart's still in that cabin along the Gunnison
Yes, his heart's still in that cabin along the Gunnison