Ellie Yeater does not squander her leisure time on computer games, go out with friends, or swim in pools throughout the summer.
During her summer vacation, the 14-year-old Williamstown, West Virginia, native converted a 1974 Wilderness camper into a place she calls a “Glamper.”The word “glamper” is created by combining the concepts “glamorous” with “camping.”She said that camping will be much more fun and less laborious with the new Wilderness glamper.
She’s an aspiring high school student; just wait to see her gorgeously restored Wilderness camper.
Through housekeeping, birthday money, and other activities, she saved up roughly $500, according to the child’s mother Lori, to buy and renovate the camper.
This is a photo of the camper before any modifications were made.
Yeater said she saw her camper listed on a neighborhood bulletin board for $200.
She paid for paint, flooring, linens, and other glamper accessories using the money she had left over after buying the camper.
Ellie says the camper was in terrible shape because the previous owners used it for both hunting and camping. It took a lot of work to complete. stated her mother.
It was her older brother Isaiah who came up with the original plan to build a tiny camper.
She says that Isaiah built a small cabin for him and his friends to hang out in, and she wanted something “cuter” and closer to the house for her friend since she required Wi-Fi and electricity.
She had to start her business by dismantling and cleaning the camper completely.
She then went ahead and painted the camper using Valspar’s “Mystic Sea” shade.
After everything was disassembled, Ellie cleans up any excess glue that may have gotten on the floor in the image above.
The picture above also shows her grandfather Lawrence teaching her some basic carpentry techniques like bracing and hole-patching.
Ellie then chose her favorite color scheme, a shade of aqua blue, for the next step.
Ellie paints the interior with great care, giving the dull wood theme a brighter look.
In the photo below, you can see that the camper’s interior is starting to take shape.
In the latter stages, the finishing touches were applied. Ellie’s grandmother Mary helped with the upholstery of the curtains and sofa cushions as Ellie installed new floor tiles.
Ellie mentioned that she spent the summer gathering a lot of stuff for her glamper.
In the photo below, you can see her carrying in a mannequin decoration that she purchased from a warehouse that recently closed.
She claimed that Pinterest was a huge source of inspiration for her project and that it was really helpful.
Ellie is constantly adding finishing touches to the almost finished Glamper, such as a retro electric fan, an antique camera, and matching napkins made by her grandmother.
When asked what she wants to do when the project is done, she says she might just spend some peaceful time reading and playing the ukulele, or she might have a sleepover with her friends.
Ellie used her determination to build an amazing glamper. For someone her age to take on such a big job by themselves is amazing.
When Ellie’s mother is questioned about why her daughter would accept such a task, she replies, “I have never told her that she couldn’t do anything.”
And inspired by it, Ellie set out to make something really beautiful.
When we see Ellie’s project as a completed work, we must always remember that hard work always pays off. Whatever we set our minds to, we can accomplish.
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As I was about to drive my wife in labor to the hospital, I received a call saying my mother was passing away
Just as my wife’s water broke, I got a call from my mother’s nurse, and she told me my mom was dying. I was torn and forced to make a difficult decision.
The day Debra found out she was pregnant was one of those days that I will cherish for the rest of my life. We had cried together, unable to believe that we were going to have a baby home soon, and I promised Debra I’d be an amazing dad.
Debra and I had waited to become parents for a long time. We were one of those miracle couples who conceived after going through tons of failed fertility treatments and doctors telling us there was no chance.
“We’ll be the best parents to him, darling,” I told Debra one night. “I can’t wait to hold our baby in my arms.”
“I know, honey,” she’d said, smiling. I gently kissed her baby bump and promised Debra I’d always be by her side.
Debra had always been very anxious about the pregnancy due to the complications, and I had told her I would be there for her, so there was no need to worry.
Little did I know fate would plunge me into a situation where I’d have to choose between her and my mom while was in labor…
I still get chills when I recall that day. It started as a beautiful day. The sun was shining brightly, and nothing seemed wrong with the outside world. I was preparing breakfast in the kitchen because Debra wasn’t feeling well that morning.
I quickly assembled a breakfast plate for her, and I went to call her for breakfast. As I entered our bedroom, I saw she was leaning against the wall with one hand, clutching her baby bump and breathing heavily.
“Honey, are you okay?” I dashed to her, worried. “Should I call the doctor?”
“Gordon…my water…it…it broke,” she whispered heavily, and that’s when I noticed the floor beneath her. It was wet. “Take me to the hospital, Gordon…Please!” she cried.
“Jesus!” I panicked. “I’ll get the car started. Just hang on a sec, honey.”
I ran to our car, grabbing the keys from the bowl on the living room shelf. I opened the car door, then rushed back inside to help Debra.
“Don’t worry, honey. We’ll reach the hospital in no time. Okay, we’ve got this.” I was comforting her as her labor pains began. I was terrified and nervous. I was praying everything would be fine.
After we made it to the car and Debra got inside, I locked her door and rushed to take my seat. Then my phone rang. It was my mom’s nurse, Marla, calling me. My mother had been diagnosed with a progressive cardiac condition, and due to her illness, she was confined to bed rest.
Worried, I answered the phone, and Marla’s voice on the other end of the line broke me from inside.
“Gordon,” she said in a weak voice. “Your mom… She had a heart attack, so I took her to the hospital. The doctors say there is little hope she’ll make it… Your mother is dying. I think you should be here as soon as you can.”
“Jesus, Jesus!” I exhaled a sigh. Why was everything happening at the same time? I was ripped to shreds and didn’t know what to do. On the one hand, there was Debra, who was in labor, and on the other, there was my mother.
I went inside the car, tears in my eyes, and told Debra everything. I couldn’t hide it from her, anyway. She saw my face and asked me what was wrong. And I blurted everything out.
“Mom is dying, honey. She had a heart attack, and Marla’s asking me to be there as soon as possible. I am so nervous. I – I don’t know what to do….”
“Honey,” Debra said. “Call a taxi. I’ll go by myself…”
“What?” I was taken aback. “No, we can’t do that!”. She was drenched in sweat and moaning in pain. “Look at you. It’s just not….”
“We don’t have time, honey…Ahh…call the taxi now, Gordon. Your mom needs you. You are a son first, then a husband. I will manage. Your mom…she…” Her pain was becoming worse.
“I’m calling the taxi. Oh, God!”
Thankfully, I got a taxi soon, and I instructed the driver to take Debra to the hospital safely. My hands shook as I drove to my mother’s hospital, and my tears wouldn’t stop. My heart was racing, wondering about Debra’s condition and if our baby would be alright.
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