tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65248212513347084022024-03-04T23:03:00.642-05:00Sandy Pond MemoriesPlease leave a comment about YOUR personal memories of Sandy Pond. Email photos for comments to me at skappesser@hotmail.com and I will post them. Carpe Diem.Stephenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05183065354376386281noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524821251334708402.post-77264417268512302652013-06-07T22:38:00.000-04:002013-06-25T19:53:41.869-04:00The Inexplicable Bee Attack at Kappy's Boats, July 1971
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One of my chores as a teenager was to mow the lawn down at the waterfront. One morning this mundane task quickly became an adrenaline-filled and nightmarish experience.
Our family owned two very long docks and rented boat spaces to summer residents in our neighborhood. The docks were crowded with boats and vacationers that morning. I gassed up the little 18 inch mower and pushed it down the dirt road to the boat livery. It was pretty warm out for July, probably pushing 75 degrees. I started it and just mowed as usual, thinking about waterskiing later that day if the water kept calm. Back and forth I pushed the little mower, the Briggs just chugging away...then I felt a bug hit me on the neck, then another smacking my back, and I heard buzzing near my ear. I stopped and turned around to to see bees, Yellow-Jackets, flying out of a hole in the ground that I had just mowed over!
I let go of the mower and just ran towards the water, the Yellow-Jackets swarming after me. I ran down the boat launch, took a huge breath of air, and plunged into the water. I had the idea to hold my breath as long as I could in hopes the Yellow-Jackets would give up on me and buzz away. I stayed under I don't know how long, until my lungs were about to burst. I lunged up to get more air and go right back under in case the bees were still around, and in that brief second I was getting my air I saw that the bees were attacking all those innocent people on the docks. They were screaming and dancing and yelling and swatting them away as I re-entered the water.
I slowly swam away underwater, under one dock to the other side as far as I could go, maybe 50 feet away from the the area under attack. When I re-surfaced, people were running off the docks back up the hill to escape the area. A few were still in their boats. One little girl had been stung and she was crying, her Mom trying to comfort her. I slowly walked ashore. The mower was still sitting there, running on high. I switched it off and walked away. I finished the job later, after I poured kerosene down the bee-hole and lit it. I heard the little girl was taken to the doctor for the bee-sting. I don't believe anyone in the neighborhood ever connect me with the bee attack at all.
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Stephenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05183065354376386281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524821251334708402.post-84415406754839865592012-01-14T00:02:00.002-05:002012-01-14T00:15:00.071-05:00Falling Through The IceI fell through the ice. Once. In front of Bob Parker's camp (somebody else owns it now). It was December, I was 11 years old. There was an inch of clear ice and I just had to try it out. I walked out North from Scotty's Boat Livery and then West. I was about 20 yards offshore and broke through. I thought I was a goner but the depth was only up to mid-thigh and was so cold I could not catch my breath for several minutes. I slopped around and climbed out of there, wobbling home with frozen pants and squooshie boots- scared that it could have been worse (over my head, I'd be dead). I don't think anyone saw it happen. I never told a soul until just now...I was so frightened I just never wanted to think about it...Stephenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05183065354376386281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524821251334708402.post-32346047788481913592012-01-06T22:23:00.002-05:002012-01-06T22:32:52.406-05:00Winter at Sandy PondThe nights were so cold in January. On windless starry nights, we'd walk out on the ice, the snow squeeking underfoot, looking for a comet or a satellite in the night sky and stopping to gulp as we became aware of the northern lights wavering and flourescing in the sky. It was glorious. Sometimes I thought I could hear them make a noise like little glass crystals tingling...but of course there is nothing to hear but the echo of the lake and the prattling of snowmobiles.Stephenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05183065354376386281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524821251334708402.post-71748573090404378752010-04-08T19:44:00.002-04:002010-04-08T19:48:07.865-04:00Any Ideas?Looking for new material...Will post soon, sorry for the delay -VERY busy with the job these past several weeks! Any requests?Stephenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05183065354376386281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524821251334708402.post-28266720738652917112010-01-28T01:49:00.007-05:002013-06-16T11:47:50.190-04:00Brothers Kappesser<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ9DyVrbnrOgDQhPNDSPsiz6gWNxleCP9Rsl1dfX5_ZkBwMXYL9iJ_jWN1X_mT1V0STl6g3YPR5gKXYXsQQOQTnXxBViP53SWrAfRXIeyyVwE0INxrwo2LJckIVkAounqMMgV5gc0i2nrF/s1600-h/George+Kappesser+(w+wife+Esther)+late+1940s.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442495805096059202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ9DyVrbnrOgDQhPNDSPsiz6gWNxleCP9Rsl1dfX5_ZkBwMXYL9iJ_jWN1X_mT1V0STl6g3YPR5gKXYXsQQOQTnXxBViP53SWrAfRXIeyyVwE0INxrwo2LJckIVkAounqMMgV5gc0i2nrF/s400/George+Kappesser+(w+wife+Esther)+late+1940s.jpg" /></a> Unc George, with wife Esther- 1950s</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia3Byc1aRfQzUscClzz9figJfrYJoGvc3_P2Fk5LsBNhGs92ykSJCGd4Ew9yq6ej-ZesxqmAI0CdTf30c0NP_LQn0j_f7eoiR3TaytNJ_cAQXzoj4BbWPaxLWn7NOQV3KyMeJiNF3Psasz/s1600-h/Frances,+Ed,+and+Chuck+Kappesser+1950s+-.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442495800723604386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia3Byc1aRfQzUscClzz9figJfrYJoGvc3_P2Fk5LsBNhGs92ykSJCGd4Ew9yq6ej-ZesxqmAI0CdTf30c0NP_LQn0j_f7eoiR3TaytNJ_cAQXzoj4BbWPaxLWn7NOQV3KyMeJiNF3Psasz/s400/Frances,+Ed,+and+Chuck+Kappesser+1950s+-.jpg" /></a> Uncle France, my dad Edward, and Charles Kappesser late 50's...all Sergeants.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVaziolBvmvPzRJvprhkfg-a1uPj82Oy25yjzFixU7feQTwID5dqxEOXkCL1-wplJ4fOU43QjpC_6Cfxw03EsF6H0NNnWY458qgcby3A0RIfzH4iy-9cLU24RVegEUmHII-fEeHCCbdEc3/s1600-h/Frances,+Ed,+and+Chuck+Kappesser+1950s.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442495793845789218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVaziolBvmvPzRJvprhkfg-a1uPj82Oy25yjzFixU7feQTwID5dqxEOXkCL1-wplJ4fOU43QjpC_6Cfxw03EsF6H0NNnWY458qgcby3A0RIfzH4iy-9cLU24RVegEUmHII-fEeHCCbdEc3/s400/Frances,+Ed,+and+Chuck+Kappesser+1950s.jpg" /></a>France, Ed, and Chuck...band of bros.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrXeaH_LszrMY5wBdtLeIX1ojAHij5XQTiVFQWOhkT7GghOTLaWDvvPsZZgDztP1BN6O6rz91p73Sj5gqS-x82KQ1OAe0D__ftvyrtuBf_EKwunu97nw-s3fTeNZyNp1zmB9eH2HXBXmtJ/s1600-h/Ed+Kappesser+1st+Sgt.+Troop+D+1959.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442495789398351538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrXeaH_LszrMY5wBdtLeIX1ojAHij5XQTiVFQWOhkT7GghOTLaWDvvPsZZgDztP1BN6O6rz91p73Sj5gqS-x82KQ1OAe0D__ftvyrtuBf_EKwunu97nw-s3fTeNZyNp1zmB9eH2HXBXmtJ/s400/Ed+Kappesser+1st+Sgt.+Troop+D+1959.jpg" /></a>This is a copy of Dad's photo, as a 1st Sergeant, that is still displayed in the lobby at NY State Police Headquarters in Oneida, NY.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left">I remember many gatherings at Dad's house at Sandy Pond when I was young. Dad's brothers, George, Chuck, and Frances would often visit. They would drink beer, eat heartily, tell jokes and stories, and play cards to all hours. Besides being brothers, these men had another thing in common - - they were all police officers. No Jerry Bruckheimer series could ever top the stories these men fascinated us with, because they were all real...<br /><br />Brothers Francis, Chuck, Ed, and George Kappesser appeared in many newspaper articles during the '40s, '50s, '60s, '70s during their careers as police officers in Upstate NY.<br /><br />The 4 brothers, 3 of them State Troopers and George a Syracuse City Police Detective, were well known among New York's law enforcement circles during their heyday.<br />I have heard many stories. Wonderful stories.<br /><br />At one point during his career, France was Attorney General (later, Governor) Thomas Dewey's bodyguard. He eventually was promoted to 1st Sergeant of Troop K in eastern NY. During retirement he was elected Town Justice of Pawling NY.<br /><br />George was one of the best homicide detectives the city of Syracuse ever had. He solved many high profile murders. George also had a reputation for being skillful at talking suicide jumpers down and negotiating with criminals during hostage situations. This before they assigned these tasks to college-boys with psychology degrees.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Ex7hxm7u2JA6JMcH0eiBZr2WI27LKfE3CaATBSRGs95D-SrcEGMo5CzTygt8uSvW-NExC_WP0EX7Wgrz0yIuaoFjf7ZFPODuVGpJjP3dvlssfDSVZa5ekWV7mEZNOoUEAQpykvoQVIq4/s1600-h/Motorcycle+Kop+Kappesser.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431682832133989650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Ex7hxm7u2JA6JMcH0eiBZr2WI27LKfE3CaATBSRGs95D-SrcEGMo5CzTygt8uSvW-NExC_WP0EX7Wgrz0yIuaoFjf7ZFPODuVGpJjP3dvlssfDSVZa5ekWV7mEZNOoUEAQpykvoQVIq4/s400/Motorcycle+Kop+Kappesser.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Ed Kappesser, my Dad, with Grandma, circa 1938, New York State Police Motorcycle Patrol, Adirondack Region.</span><br /></span><br /><br />Ed, my Dad, a motorcycling State Trooper at first, eventually was promoted to 1st Sergeant of Troop D, which serves Syracuse and surrounding counties. He was in charge of the Trooper detail at the NY State Fair for many years. Among the four brothers, Ed was the best marksman. He taught marksmanship at the State Police Academy for a while. He also taught me. During retirement he was elected Town Justice of Sandy Creek NY.<br /><br />Chuck was one of the first State Troopers to be airborne - using his own small plane for many official tasks. This before the State Troopers (or any NY police force) owned or used aircraft. Charles was also the best driver – he was fearless behind the wheel and knew how to drive faster than anyone he chased. His cruiser was always "personally modified" for more horsepower. This before the police had the special "interceptor" vehicles.<br /><br />All 4 brothers enlisted as active duty soldiers during WWII. My Dad, a Marine, fought at Iwo Jima and Okinawa against the Japanese. I don’t know about my uncles…these men didn’t talk about it much.<br /><br />Their collective time in service as police officers numbered well over 100 years, prompting Lowell Thomas (who was also a friend of France's) to have these men as guests on his show during the '70s.<br /><br /><br />If all this seems unbelievable, read the newspaper articles for yourself.<br /><br />Click on http://www.fultonhistory.com/<br /><br />Enter the site and search on 'Kappesser'.<br /><br />It was a privilege to know these men, to call them my Dad and Uncles. Yes indeed, they were part of the "greatest generation". They are sorely missed. </p></div></div><br /></div>Stephenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05183065354376386281noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524821251334708402.post-29179959732767834852010-01-23T03:21:00.000-05:002010-01-23T16:05:33.355-05:00New Old One-Liners...You Might Be From Upstate New York if....<br /><br /><br />If you consider it a sport to gather your food by drilling through<br />36 inches of ice and sitting there all day hoping that the food will<br />swim by, you might live in Upstate New York.<br /><br /><br />If you're proud that your region makes the national news 96 nights<br />each year because Saranac Lake is the coldest spot in the nation,<br />you might live in Upstate New York.<br /><br /><br />If your local Dairy Queen is closed from September through May, you<br />might live in Upstate New York.<br /><br /><br />If you instinctively walk like a penguin for six months out of the<br />year, you might live in Upstate New York.<br /><br /><br />If someone in a store offers you assistance, and they don't work<br />there, you might live in Upstate New York.<br /><br /><br />If your dad's suntan stops at a line curving around the middle of<br />his forehead, you might live in Upstate New York.<br /><br /><br />If you have worn shorts and a parka at the same time, you might live<br />in Upstate New York.<br /><br /><br />If your town has an equal number of bars and churches, you might<br />live in Upstate New York.<br /><br /><br />If you have had a lengthy telephone conversation with someone who<br />dialed a wrong number, you might live in Upstate New York.<br /><br /><br />YOU KNOW YOU ARE A TRUE UPSTATE NEW YORKER WHEN:<br /><br />1. "Vacation" means going South past Albany for the weekend.<br /><br />2. You measure distance in hours.<br /><br />3. You know several people who have hit a deer more than once.<br /><br />4. You often switch from "heat" to "A/C" in the same day and back<br />again.<br /><br />5. You can drive 65 mph through 2 feet of snow during a raging<br />blizzard, without flinching.<br /><br />6. You see people wearing camouflage at social events (including<br />weddings).<br /><br />7. You install security lights on your house and garage and leave<br />both unlocked.<br /><br />8. You carry jumper cables in your car and your girlfriend / wife<br />knows how to use them.<br /><br />9. You design your kid's Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit.<br /><br />10. Driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled<br />with snow.<br /><br />11. You know all 4 seasons: almost winter, winter, still winter and<br />road construction.<br /><br />12. You can identify a southern or eastern accent.<br /><br />13. Your idea of creative landscaping is a statue of a deer next to<br />your blue spruce.<br /><br />14. You were unaware that there is a legal drinking age.<br /><br />15. Down South to you means Albany.<br /><br />16. A brat is something you eat.<br /><br />17. Your neighbor throws a party to celebrate his new pole shed.<br />18. You go out to fish fry every Friday.<br /><br />19. Your 4th of July picnic was moved indoors due to frost.<br /><br />20. You have more miles on your snow blower than your car.<br /><br />21. You find 0 degrees "a little chilly."<br /><br />22. You actually understand these jokes, and you forward them to all<br />your Upstate New York friends.Stephenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05183065354376386281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524821251334708402.post-34336502898700514432010-01-15T05:43:00.005-05:002010-02-12T04:22:16.070-05:00The Blizzard of '66The coldest temperature on record for Syracuse, NY is -26 degrees set on the morning of January 26th, 1966. The historic Blizzard of '66 began the day after, January 27th ...<br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div>The Blizzard of '66 is to date the most famous blizzard to hit Oswego, NY and surrounding areas, and holds the record for the most snowfall in a single storm in Oswego, where very snowy winters are taken in stride.</div><div> </div><div> Here is a link to a newsreel on YouTube:<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=imXX7A8gCqE"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;">Newsreel: Blizzard of '66</span></a><br /><br /><br /><br />It began as a nor'easter which affected the New York City metro area and was followed by heavy "wraparound" lake effect snows. Winds were more than 60 mph. during the storm and at Fair Haven, New York they are believed to have exceeded 100 mph. The snow was badly drifted and roads and schools closed as long as a week. Drifts covered entire 2 story houses.<br />A total of 102" of snow was recorded at Oswego, 50" of this falling on the last day of the storm alone. 50" of snow were also recorded at Camden, New York on the same day. The last day of the blizzard the winds subsided and snowburst conditions prevailed, with the snow falling straight down. Fair Haven did not have official snowfall records at the time, but state troopers reported measuring 100" of snow on the level, where none had been prior to the storm. Syracuse, New York received a record snowfall of 42.3" which remained their heaviest storm on record, until the Blizzard of 1993.<br />The storm lasted from Jan 27 to Jan 31 1966, a total of 4 1/2 days. The daily snowfall totals for Oswego are as follows.<br />27th 8" 28th 12" 29th 11" 30th 21" 31st 50"<br />I remember the wind literally howling in off The Pond. It was eerie. It didn’t subside for 4 days. Dad said it was the worst ever and always maintained that no blizzard has topped it since. It was a true blizzard with very high velocity winds and a few feet of snowfall. And it was very cold out. With the temperature outside in the single-digits coupled to the high winds, the wind chill factor was calculated to be 20 below zero at one point. We stayed indoors for a few days, so big deal. We had TV, board games, and comic books. We had snowshoes but no snowmobile. I don’t remember losing power during this one.<br />At times there were white-outs and we could not see Meyer’s camp across the street just 100 ft. away. The cars in the driveway were quickly and completely buried. A big snow drift kept forming on the roof at back of the house and my Dad had to climb up there a few times during the raging blizzard to clear it off. He would also take a broom to the windows to clear off the snow that the wind had plastered there. The blowing snow got in through the north gable vent in the attic and Dad had to clear it out of the attic too.<br />It took a few days to dig out and wait for the snow plows and loaders to clear the roads. School was closed for a week. My parents told us to stay off the drifts and snowbanks near the utility poles because they were high enough to enable you to reach up and touch the wires. The drift down by the entrance to Scotty’s Boat Livery measured 13 feet high.<br /><br />+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++<br /><br />Below is an email from Marie (Mitchell) Reiger. Her dad was Bill Mitchell, previous owner of the original Bayview Hotel.<br /><br />--------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br />From: Marie (Mitchell) Reiger<br />To: skappesser@hotmail.com<br />Subject: Blizzard of 66<br />Date: Fri, 15 Jan 2010 22:05:41 +0000<br /><br />Steve, I just read your blog about the Blizzard of 66. I remember that I had spent Christmas of 65 in Florida with my folks and flew into Syracuse in January, the day before the blizzard. Don and Dell Price, friends and customers of the Bayview, picked me up at Hancock Airport and drove me up to Sandy Pond. We knew a storm was coming so they turned around and drove right back to Syracuse. I remember waking up to drift after drift of snow in the road at the pond. Customers came by foot to the hotel. Ronnie Whisnant did plow the parking lot with his jeep. He had to come for his daily coffee!!<br />I was to begin college at SUNY at Oswego as a transfer from Hartwick College in Oneonta. Jack and Edie Castor were running the Bayview Hotel while my folks were in Florida. I missed a week of school before Jack took me over to Oswego to begin school. The snow was up to the second floor of all the buildings at the college. We had to tunnel into buildings to go to class.<br /><br />+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++<br /><br />Hi Marie -<br /><br />Wow that's quite a story!<br /><br />Yes' I remember pictures in the newspapers of the the tunnels on the streets of Oswego. Ronnie Whisnant also plowed us out (eventually). He had that red and white Jeep and he knew how to use it. My Dad shot some 8mm movies after the blizzard that I haven't processed yet, but I will post them soon.<br /><br />I plan to be ice fishing on The Pond the coming weekend of Feb. 20 with my brothers Kip and Pete and friends. I hope I don't have to deal with a blizzard like this!<br /><br />Do you mind if I add your email to the posting?<br /><br />Steve<br /><br />_______________________________________________<br /><br />Hi Steve, Sure you can post my email. Have fun ice fishing. Do you know Tim Pauldine? He and his wife have a cottage near us but live in Oswego. Tim drives up to Sandy Pond every weekend and checks our cottages. He was up there two weeks ago. He said there were over 100 ice fishermen and it was really snowing hard. Hope you have good luck. Marie</div></div></div></div></div>Stephenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05183065354376386281noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524821251334708402.post-8572938968105474422009-12-20T04:22:00.008-05:002009-12-20T06:25:07.374-05:00Springerle Christmas Cookies<div align="left">One fond memory of living at Sandy Pond was of my Mom, Ruthy Kappesser, making Springerles at Christmastime.<br />Anybody visiting our family would get Springerles, which were thought to bring luck and cheer.<br /><br />They are German christmas cookies, flavored with anise seed, which is licorice-like in taste. Mom's recipe came from Dad's family - his Grandma I think. Springerles need to be dried for a couple of weeks so they are rock-hard, but us kids would sneak them out of the jar ahead of their day because we liked them soft. I still prefer them soft. (I'm eating one now!)<br /><br />They are formed with a special hardwood rolling pin or press that is carved with different designs to imprint on the dough. Barb has 2 of the rolling pins and 1 press...<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWZy_xppPweJOnnFRn3kQkqhimJiM3-EG-WNjb8SNLTohfndrfg5sEDrf4e66cvgwK3BlItrNJYwegrMb4qsaLZ8THsXwkcUok1CkFFkYSC3GS-6zEnK_wFzh1V4EbP5-Czg08XECxQo9E/s1600-h/100_1999.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417267179461041570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWZy_xppPweJOnnFRn3kQkqhimJiM3-EG-WNjb8SNLTohfndrfg5sEDrf4e66cvgwK3BlItrNJYwegrMb4qsaLZ8THsXwkcUok1CkFFkYSC3GS-6zEnK_wFzh1V4EbP5-Czg08XECxQo9E/s400/100_1999.JPG" /></a> Springerles. Barb made these with whole wheat flour she milled herself from some wheat we bought from the Amish in Lancaster County PA.</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuG4J5d6EzWlDXQb-X-ubomtrRUWR60VES_XXgktkiQs0S2hFMhnXmJal8lAolWnuJVBISBVfJYMdm-6ae734MDyIj62qNmXS857xoCA6K7RDkFx4kir5S4LvYHW7AKU57x7_IfeP2faBg/s1600-h/100_2014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417267176606634210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuG4J5d6EzWlDXQb-X-ubomtrRUWR60VES_XXgktkiQs0S2hFMhnXmJal8lAolWnuJVBISBVfJYMdm-6ae734MDyIj62qNmXS857xoCA6K7RDkFx4kir5S4LvYHW7AKU57x7_IfeP2faBg/s400/100_2014.JPG" /> <p align="center"></a>Barbs collection of Springerle tools...<br /><br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibG1X8gwudOCNqfnzELXfLpkrvF8svbk6pB2TyQUzdXJDJLf8Z3yHtcsymTpzwGnJQz52eZPANI7dbBMNMLfR-iOAX2VmwGDgNzcJZqwcphXx2tfs1NCYsrA3kb9HZOP-6u2kVHMDyuh5P/s1600-h/100_2017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417267170407322914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibG1X8gwudOCNqfnzELXfLpkrvF8svbk6pB2TyQUzdXJDJLf8Z3yHtcsymTpzwGnJQz52eZPANI7dbBMNMLfR-iOAX2VmwGDgNzcJZqwcphXx2tfs1NCYsrA3kb9HZOP-6u2kVHMDyuh5P/s400/100_2017.JPG" /></a> A press.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIRFEimTxdXFNoJiZ_l_HSouZhkYj0oAKaIJpuZcECuSebuHP8_bE-A1ElB0TPq2VNC5pNSA0Q4DJsgorOuxsTmUJVkT5EYxCAEZyDimpsTTFRJ0_K2c-RM5mN5E07DCnQcCDNfceehbQn/s1600-h/100_2016.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417267169436981666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIRFEimTxdXFNoJiZ_l_HSouZhkYj0oAKaIJpuZcECuSebuHP8_bE-A1ElB0TPq2VNC5pNSA0Q4DJsgorOuxsTmUJVkT5EYxCAEZyDimpsTTFRJ0_K2c-RM5mN5E07DCnQcCDNfceehbQn/s400/100_2016.JPG" /></a> This is an old pin.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG3KCJ8Gb0rehlU_Mlab5nipsWQkcUjLlJnUp61T6sCgC9J4lpnPQj87FtBZ4uwp3VndO8FOXZURwdM-lrns731LgBRe691ZYYBSntUc-6lu7wcLMeUMNar5dqVrnNrUKSeWEvErni_817/s1600-h/100_2015.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417267159545393746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG3KCJ8Gb0rehlU_Mlab5nipsWQkcUjLlJnUp61T6sCgC9J4lpnPQj87FtBZ4uwp3VndO8FOXZURwdM-lrns731LgBRe691ZYYBSntUc-6lu7wcLMeUMNar5dqVrnNrUKSeWEvErni_817/s400/100_2015.JPG" /></a><br />Barb's been doing that Christmas cookie thing all week. The house smells great when I get home from work. The Springerle German cookies are almost ready to eat (drying for 10 days now). We have cookie exchange at Cobham (work) tomorrow and so I have plenty to bring to the table. I might make a batch of traditional Bavarian Cookie Wreaths. (Kappessers emigrated from Bavaria in 1803). Some of my fellow coworkers have no baking resources so they bring their cookies in from fancy upscale bakeries (or BJ's Warehouse)...they aren't bad either...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI_qJyYavt3N-xiiJO5GRrYewwKPOqVcozJMxMNGCUaUiwT19MFXqbzR1pjA4DjtBEzFz1s4rWhH-FzhX28vBDAvmRAOXcYhcMYXrRD_YcKZPXVLhWm2nfz-FY0I1YlxPtd3D5TmSApCgx/s1600-h/100_1996.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417248941076409618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI_qJyYavt3N-xiiJO5GRrYewwKPOqVcozJMxMNGCUaUiwT19MFXqbzR1pjA4DjtBEzFz1s4rWhH-FzhX28vBDAvmRAOXcYhcMYXrRD_YcKZPXVLhWm2nfz-FY0I1YlxPtd3D5TmSApCgx/s400/100_1996.JPG" /></a> Of course we use a lot of cookie canisters!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4AbqxdqZi0M4vjHgdshSdOWzVIy3CMoCcHWrUrCr-9-n2R0ov2ZVJFYHg_pGqmXPxt3egj1H9ATIEle5nGFdxKesCRAxMwsR7baMpzA9e0XcqoYGoKiBqVOPkjyjyzU8Jit4KQwyhku3/s1600-h/100_1998.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417248935109712354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4AbqxdqZi0M4vjHgdshSdOWzVIy3CMoCcHWrUrCr-9-n2R0ov2ZVJFYHg_pGqmXPxt3egj1H9ATIEle5nGFdxKesCRAxMwsR7baMpzA9e0XcqoYGoKiBqVOPkjyjyzU8Jit4KQwyhku3/s400/100_1998.JPG" /></a> The first one on the left is a fruitcake cookie, also new this year...visitors will be forced to eat cookies.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidbofGfHP6cl-4bgcenIla3s0V1ruM5dM3y5s8VkpADKQz_bd8ted_HRLw_G2RNZc1dVAomGmFr-Lzkd-_1yQbj-0i3uGJi9ImhjkllHUDKnfMjSOQ4XElXqAVMkM68BJjYs8s4HWO8BCF/s1600-h/100_1997.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417248925173683682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidbofGfHP6cl-4bgcenIla3s0V1ruM5dM3y5s8VkpADKQz_bd8ted_HRLw_G2RNZc1dVAomGmFr-Lzkd-_1yQbj-0i3uGJi9ImhjkllHUDKnfMjSOQ4XElXqAVMkM68BJjYs8s4HWO8BCF/s400/100_1997.JPG" /></a> Here are all the different kinds Barb made this year. The front row is the German Springerles - my favorite. My Mom gave her the recipe from my Dad's Grandma (as I recall), originating in the old country (Bavaria, Germany), but I think she's researched and developed a better one...<br /></div><div> </div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTgSJQLHx6EUQLHhUz0_R0GWISq2J8WOckhan8zwSizHv6jzg-lTyW3usnMflqU68jJTx4k9iSfFB5oQzNSyntiJ35dKSvtBLTSd1ObLwNWMYGfcS2PB-1IoaYV_glqtfg83usc7D07kZ7/s1600-h/100_1947.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417248921130423026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTgSJQLHx6EUQLHhUz0_R0GWISq2J8WOckhan8zwSizHv6jzg-lTyW3usnMflqU68jJTx4k9iSfFB5oQzNSyntiJ35dKSvtBLTSd1ObLwNWMYGfcS2PB-1IoaYV_glqtfg83usc7D07kZ7/s400/100_1947.JPG" /></a> These are new. A marshmallow covered with melted caramel and rolled in rice krispies.<br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4J8uWS7OC52l2D2MvULzNsSslG2PuSMkXvBOy0JFRzNyJgCoUDUyr2KkwEplpPHU7Pg0ARZ8tH7jaGxIbQShvicLWID4FSH-FDIPkDWmP34CxbtM_6y_AGDNHE50vUwQ21V0NdXMXkWD2/s1600-h/100_1944.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417248916747590754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4J8uWS7OC52l2D2MvULzNsSslG2PuSMkXvBOy0JFRzNyJgCoUDUyr2KkwEplpPHU7Pg0ARZ8tH7jaGxIbQShvicLWID4FSH-FDIPkDWmP34CxbtM_6y_AGDNHE50vUwQ21V0NdXMXkWD2/s400/100_1944.JPG" /></a> Barb has been baking cookies every Christmas since we were married in 1982...and I have been eating them!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div><br /></div></div>Stephenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05183065354376386281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524821251334708402.post-84778294885425724202009-12-18T01:14:00.010-05:002009-12-18T02:27:03.724-05:00SCCS Football 1970 Part II...<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='390' height='326' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyGwB24H4Taa9OlZcDS3ccJFpT38ueUlPCC2XWZRtevkENxuouwhq3KjzKVv-0VahooujKxrkm7rEQsm3b_ZA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>Appearing in this video clip and part 1 in the previous post were ROXY JANACEK, JILL SOULE, JULIE SOULE, JEANETTE BLOUNT, LORI YERDON, MYSELF, KEVIN MCDOUGAL, BILL MILLER, FRANKLIN NINOR, RANDY DAY, MARK RICHTER, CHRIS OUDERKIRK, MIKE PRESLEY, DWAYNE CLEMONS, SUE BLOUNT, and STEPHEN GREENFIELD.</p><p>Once I have these digitally transferred, I'll post again - the fidelity will be better then...</p>Stephenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05183065354376386281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524821251334708402.post-83868043360284778272009-12-17T04:02:00.008-05:002009-12-17T18:23:36.838-05:00SCCS Football 1970<p></p><p></p><p>Just a short video...clips my Dad, Ed Kappesser, shot at a SCCS football game in the fall of 1970. This video has not been digitally transferred from 8mm to MPEG yet, hence the "flicker"...</p><p></p><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='335' height='268' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzmrKqjKBZHjr5ZDb-jglTkii1Jqf5OzTffJESqPZQhWSD-A_QBUC3oR_jY62I4hRUFHWVPr1eOjOAnWKjrqg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p><br /></p>Stephenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05183065354376386281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524821251334708402.post-53029748305050830962009-11-29T05:26:00.008-05:002009-11-29T13:50:21.467-05:00SCCS Cheerleaders<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOwYNvYWdoNHO4yXTJYAYj9m_FR5K02-11ID7BEdjCmf47x0PAtVrOHYDiZ-dXypJbinv57wZRVT61A1zeNckZLrXFJhkvbV5p3sQkiS-dOqDFU_HUPFr_0CaoZ9EiL0F23G3oGWMXLLlU/s1600/Cheerleaders+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 601px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 803px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409478036540627826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOwYNvYWdoNHO4yXTJYAYj9m_FR5K02-11ID7BEdjCmf47x0PAtVrOHYDiZ-dXypJbinv57wZRVT61A1zeNckZLrXFJhkvbV5p3sQkiS-dOqDFU_HUPFr_0CaoZ9EiL0F23G3oGWMXLLlU/s400/Cheerleaders+2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq16weDePQrr1SEI-lNGhB9ykOLVRPe-EgELvLN0k2Pcp0SFc6aRrv-Pjd6WTsbn3NI_WiuDfPQWHlTFLQF9mxqz58QULry8bwidyCBOnolAOyLvJrLbek_cnyLVkf14rp9vVSfmHk_usl/s1600/Cheerleaders.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 579px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 705px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409478030812029298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq16weDePQrr1SEI-lNGhB9ykOLVRPe-EgELvLN0k2Pcp0SFc6aRrv-Pjd6WTsbn3NI_WiuDfPQWHlTFLQF9mxqz58QULry8bwidyCBOnolAOyLvJrLbek_cnyLVkf14rp9vVSfmHk_usl/s400/Cheerleaders.jpg" /></a><br /></div><br /><div></div><div><div></div><div></div><br /><div>My Sandy Pond Memories will always include the high school culture at Sandy Creek Central school. </div><div> </div><div>A big part of life at SCCS was SPORTS and CHEERLEADERS. Now, I was no athlete in those days, but I enjoyed going to the games once in a while and watching the teams play and Cheerleaders do their stuff. Now the Cheerleaders had talent that I could appreciate. They would practice for hours and choreograph clever cheers and routines. I think they worked hard at what they did and never really got the credit they deserved. In any case, as a teenage boy with raging hormones, I would rather watch the cheerleaders (in their short pleated skirts) than the guys playing their games any day.</div><br /><div>I went steady with a cute, bright, freshman girl for a while who made it on to the cheerleading squad. She was jumpin' up and down squealing happy when she made the team - it was a big deal. After that, I even got to ride on the bus with them for a few games (boyfriends of cheerleaders were allowed). </div><div> </div><div>After one particularly hard fought basketball game against Belleville for the local Championship in which SCCS lost by one point, we filed out on the bus to go home, a little subdued and sullen. A couple of psuedo-juvenile delinquents snuck over and let the air out of Belleville’s bus tires. Our bus driver pretended to be mad and yelled at all of us like we were all guilty, but I saw his face in the mirror after he sat down in the driver's seat and I swear he smirked. </div><div>Belleville's basketball team got home late that night, but I'm sure they didn't care.<br /><br />High school was full of great moments like that, and I wouldn’t trade those memories for anything.</div><br /><br /><br /><div>Here is a short video of a football game at SCCS in the fall of ’71. I have more footage but haven't transferred it from 8mm to MPEG yet. I'll post that another time.<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz9VaGLbwuvkOkNucm3buhJVl8NB3BqFicAEMzFL_HuJM56NePS4hkvvT7HouyELkpvzOkQXBVMAkNvMFCQvg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div></div>Stephenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05183065354376386281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524821251334708402.post-24382777957775223012009-11-04T05:20:00.009-05:002009-11-17T02:09:35.661-05:00February VisitorsAlmost every year, by February, winter's accumulated snow would be piled at least 5 or 6 feet high along the roads and around driveways from the incessant plowing and snowblowing and shoveling. At Sandy Pond, sometimes it would snow every day for 4 or 5 days. Blizzards with their strong winds and horizontal snow with sporadic "whiteouts", would hit maybe 2 or 3 times a month.<br /><p><br />And, every February, our old and dear friends from Pittsburgh would brave the elements and visit for my Dad's birthday celebration on the 15th. The party usually included Dr. Rex Newton, his wife Alice, son Bobby, and Alice's brother Bob Hopkins and wife Peggy, and Regis and Jean Cannon. Oh my gosh we had some great times - ice-fishin', playing cards, tellin' stories, Back In The Day.</p><p>Here is a video of (the late) Bobby Newton snowmobiling in the winter wonderland of Sandy Pond...Bobby sure loved to ride!<br /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyZ8tcbN-JO2tCKd73Ai7VY59ClED8Ur0q5DhfpB6DZq6K5bH1NRYdYllG39Uv5zqrzD5wGPPCuyW3uVkh4SA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Stephenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05183065354376386281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524821251334708402.post-533802965247796522009-10-13T03:00:00.007-04:002009-11-01T05:30:02.761-05:00WIGWAM HOTEL<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhldMDD9BZX23SjD14YqbFPVIusjKCJv1NseOdj-dQlanwpYdrfedcJowsGOLJ9yPawvY1tbpJF24RWUDGgZx9s_tKnWavceEf0vouDH4CQ1_OSmkz0LqDmvVDjrHxgtrKvsQCPvrsOA1B9/s1600-h/NEW+WIGWAM.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391977682462967426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhldMDD9BZX23SjD14YqbFPVIusjKCJv1NseOdj-dQlanwpYdrfedcJowsGOLJ9yPawvY1tbpJF24RWUDGgZx9s_tKnWavceEf0vouDH4CQ1_OSmkz0LqDmvVDjrHxgtrKvsQCPvrsOA1B9/s400/NEW+WIGWAM.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> Photo taken a few years ago.</span> </div><p><br />OLD PHOTO<br />When I went off to Navy boot camp on March 11, 1980, my mind sort of “photographed” Sandy Pond the way it was that day.<br />I have been living far away from there since so that photograph is tainted but vivid. The Wigwam Hotel is part of that old picture.<br /><br />MR. KENDRADT<br />Growing up at Sandy Pond we took the Wigwam for granted as a run down local business who‘s hey-dey had come and gone many years ago. Mom and Dad took us there once in a while for a Friday fish dinner and Dad would take the opportunity to chew the fat at the Bar with the former owner old Nick Kendradt. I have forgotten who owned the Wigwam before old Nick - after all, I was a small child then.<br />Mr. Kendradt lived on a pension and chose not to sink much money into his hotel, content to let it coast down a slope while he made a meager living off the regulars - mostly card-playin, stogie-smokin’ beer drinkin buddies and “fish-heads“.<br /><br />FISH HEADS </p><p>There always seemed to be a lot more activity at the old Wigwam in the winter. Fishermen would descend on Sandy Pond every weekend to try their luck through The Ice. There were hundreds of them on the ice on the weekends, many of them relying on the Wigwam, The Comfort Hotel (burned down from “faulty wiring” in the early 70’s), Sandy Lodge (which later changed hands and became “The Lodge“), Eddie’s Cove (or, as we used to call it Eddie’s “Cave”), and the Bayview Hotel (also burned in the 70‘s, from a lit ciggy-butt in the ladies room trash).<br />Seems like the Wigwam got the most customers, looking for chili, burgers, and beer for lunch - then back out on The Ice. Mr. Kendradt also sold bait and a very basic assortment of tackle available in the basement.<br /><br />STOCK CAR RACES…<br />Living in my own teen world, I never knew who arranged or sponsored them, but there used to be stock car races on the ice in front of the Wigwam. Once or twice a winter, on a typically cold winter-cloudy-gray Saturday afternoon, huge crowds of people would watch dozens of cars compete in several classes, including “powder-puff” for the ladies. A few days before, a crew would plow the snow in the ice to form a big flat oval track with snow banks for walls. Tires and hay-bales were piled around the curves for extra protection. The cars were typically back-yard budget creations, right down to the tires outfitted with spikes. The spikes helped, but ice is still ice and the lack of friction provided the crowd with plenty of crashes (more like slow-motion fender-benders). Top speed, if a driver was skillful, was probably a brief 40 MPH, and none of the cars had mufflers, so you could hear the roar no matter where you were within a 3 mile radius. Beer flowed freely among the race-fans, and there were plenty of tailgate gatherings. If it snowed it just made the races MUCH more interesting…<br />I also remember a demolition derby in front of the Wigwam one or two years, with similar noise and crowds.<br /><br />CARS KICKED OFF THE ICE<br />In the late 70’s, the Sandy Creek Town Board passed and ordnance that prohibited automobiles on the ice of any body of water in Sandy Creek township, which includes Sandy Pond. My Dad was one of Sandy Creek’s Town Justices in those days (Maurice Hurd being the other). He attended the Board meetings that debated and finally voted yes to the new ordnance. Despite the loss of revenue for local businesses, the town wanted to prevent any more drownings. Over the years too many cars had broken through the ice and fisherman drowned. In those days, once in a while, springtime yielded a body or two on the shore after the ice went out. Grisly...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqoMvq3AFMYCkv231bt83B2mtbpOqh7JbAQ5AVA-Z7Qdfdyl0Gm-z5bHCBOqw2A4OeAJbbHzuCKQBAPHzQ4SUNgVn8udf2-jYyAl2rTLd6MUpM2m432DFMBgb5Ng3u829py-Toa0DKqZKS/s1600-h/OLD+WIGWAM.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391977258010206626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqoMvq3AFMYCkv231bt83B2mtbpOqh7JbAQ5AVA-Z7Qdfdyl0Gm-z5bHCBOqw2A4OeAJbbHzuCKQBAPHzQ4SUNgVn8udf2-jYyAl2rTLd6MUpM2m432DFMBgb5Ng3u829py-Toa0DKqZKS/s400/OLD+WIGWAM.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Some photos from the mid-1970s. The horse and dog belonged to Nancy Warner,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(Photos courtesy Charlene Cole, Sandy Creek Town Historian)</span> </div>Stephenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05183065354376386281noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524821251334708402.post-76580618843866126862009-09-14T18:28:00.003-04:002009-09-14T19:04:00.701-04:00SOUTHWICK BEACH STATE PARK<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv1PdZ66KsG8QvH43PkRRXehR3MFIrofUvf1-IWHuRishzffvyAmtBSkI5-sqVfmnEIqX__er9BbpZ1O61unhD-Jw6egDAs6LJLgdALbrSMeOAJg5-_O9SSyPBUxE_m_SBXTCQ8TUG52jY/s1600-h/Sandy+Pond+and+Misc+104.JPG"></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUemiVIjjuDcycrKxjstTEtT1kt2RiSqrtPe394uJWfjm17tdchEdfD154qLl3t7bbnkvpeT3pAjCb59U6ICcuMIng4rZCIcpkcwx2QEx79-__92svwQzVRX7d695lgm-ZC4rfjgBT4-XY/s1600-h/Sandy+Pond+and+Misc+166.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381455698938924834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtZOY55Z10XT8dWCUyrZB2i-3Hdo5slJ4NrCasDn-HnTTErRCw9KszihmZIYl5_Rhp-nvaktD7TsQ34G1Kf6mzZMLU8e6Dhnn7dffY_WHJUmOHHBfrZsNIll6YNcxbt48oK2vp5tYUrBTo/s400/Sandy+Pond+and+Misc+063.JPG" /></a><br />Growing up at Sandy Pond I never paid any attention to this park and I rergret that. It's beautiful. We have camped here several times in the past 20 years.<br /><br /></div><div>If I lived in the area I would take advantage of this park several times a year.<br /><br /></div><div>The beach is immaculate...the bottom of the water in swimming area is all soft sand, the staff doesn't harass you, and they even allow you to body surf / boogie-board when the waves are high.<br /></div><div>These photos were taken just after sunrise.</div><div> </div><div>Wish you were there...</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Stephenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05183065354376386281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524821251334708402.post-91971976479262091962009-08-21T06:49:00.002-04:002009-08-21T06:56:02.083-04:00SOUTHWICK BEACHAug 22 - Aug 29 we are staying at Southwick Beach State Park, north of Sandy Pond. That'll be fun. Campsites 47 and 48 - stop by...say hello...<br />I hope to be showing the 30th Anniversary Edition of The Rat Pack Movie Uncut (Blu-ray disc) someplace during this time frame. Maybe at Brewsters, maybe at Eddie's Cove...maybe at somebody's home...not sure yet.<br /><br />I don't know if I'll be updating this BLOG during that time.Stephenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05183065354376386281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524821251334708402.post-89113295542601999732009-08-18T18:13:00.002-04:002016-11-20T05:32:53.368-05:00Bus #34<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib6u_Q5yc8q_WdxESF8ARQ4cxbBeg893fKwKuEQ5lp1k_P_itCZ-eA2Yh4cbsHrPI1MC7wtpvyOQVXfp0drEvfCNS6w3zXet9l7Zp2qCxYoaOx4c4mIIyuXJB268RIM2DMa6z0uFZ7KS9v/s1600/bus.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib6u_Q5yc8q_WdxESF8ARQ4cxbBeg893fKwKuEQ5lp1k_P_itCZ-eA2Yh4cbsHrPI1MC7wtpvyOQVXfp0drEvfCNS6w3zXet9l7Zp2qCxYoaOx4c4mIIyuXJB268RIM2DMa6z0uFZ7KS9v/s320/bus.jpg" /></a>
I remember waiting for the school bus during the long cold, grey, winters at Sandy Pond – how could anyone forget freezing like a popsicle? Most of the time there was at least a breeze coming in off the Pond and when it was more than a breeze the wind chill factor would plummet exponentially deep into the minus numbers of Fahrenheit. There have been many times in my life that I have experienced being “cold to the bone” so to speak – and the majority of those times were either waiting for that stupid school bus or ice-fishing with my Dad.<br />
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The bus did not pick us kids up in front of our home. We had to catch the bus down on the lower road, which meant walking down Ontario Avenue and over in front of Meyer’s camp (which used to be the “Jappyland” skating rink / dance-hall / hang-out) under a big oak tree. Fortunately that tree offered some protection during bad weather. The bus we rode was (I’ll never forget) #34, a 60 passenger ’61 GMC custom made by Superior Bus Co, driven by Mr. Fahnestock. Mr. Jim Fahnestock had more than one job at SCCS. He also taught MATH and coached basketball. He was a short, fearless man with a crew cut and a macho attitude. Everybody liked him, but you did not want him mad at you.<br />
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I remember Mr. Fahnestock using the school bus full of kids as a tow truck, yanking cars out of the snow banks and ditches when these situatiuons presented themselves. Amazing.<br />
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Every Friday Mr. Fahnestock would reverse the bus route so the kids who normally get off last got off first to start their weekend. Those kids were always elated on Fridays, and there was always an air of excitement.<br />
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Several things happened on the bus that are remarkable and worth mentioning here. In order to keep a close reign on Mike Richter, who was a mischievous boy in his mid-teens, Mr. Fahnestock appointed him to be the official door opener and Mike took it seriously - doing a good job at it. Unfortunately Mike had the worst beer farts west of Route 3. He was under-age but that did not stop him from indulging himself and from time to time he would let her rip and we would all suffer, windows flying open and sleeves over noses... Mr. Fahnestock thought it was funny…<br />
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One morning we arrived at school and before he opened the door to let everybody out Mr. F said only the girls could get off – he needed to talk to the boys. After they were all off Mr. F said that he heard a boy saying the "F word" and wanted him to ‘fess up' and we would ALL be staying on the bus until the perpetrator confessed. There was a long pause and we all looked at one another, shrugging our shoulders. Then a hand went up and Mr. F told the rest of us to leave. As I got off the bus I glanced at the bad boy and was surprised that it was my brother Kip! I not surprised he was using bad language because that was certainly nothing new…I was surprised that he confessed… that had never happened before. Mr. Fahnestock could intimidate somebody twice his size…<br />
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One time the bus accidentally ran over a dog. That was sad. We had just picked up the Mc Williams Kids and we all felt a little bump as the bus started off. Mr. F slammed on the brakes and sent Mike back to see what it was. Mike came back shaking his head and muttered something to Mr. F. He bounded out the door and knocked on the McWilliams' porch door to tell them the bad news. They wrapped the dead dog in a blanket and took it out back. The Mc Williams kids got off the bus and stayed home…<br />
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Another time while making a turn onto another road off the Ouderkirk Road, the bus slid off the road on some ice into a deep snowbank and we were stuck. Mr. F radioed for another bus to come get us. While waiting, he tried rocking it back and forth – gunning the old engine and grinding the gears…that was a ride as good as at any theme park - but he could not get it back on the road. We were all laughing and the girls screaming etc.<br />
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When I was a senior I started driving my van to school and got away from riding the bus. I missed it a little but driving to school was cooler. Once in a while I’d take the bus when I had no money for gas or the van was broke down.<br />
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Lots of good memories on that bus. Every Spring would bring squirt-gun battles and every winter the snowballs would fly (while Mr. F wasn’t looking). But if he caught you he would yell and glare at you in his giant 2 foot rear-view mirror, and deal with you harshly once we got to school. The popular punishment was to sweep and mop the bus…it was a very clean bus indeed!<br />
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I never thought I'd fondly remember the stupid bus...Stephenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05183065354376386281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524821251334708402.post-17562965689887803842009-07-28T17:30:00.002-04:002009-07-28T17:32:45.443-04:00SO LONG "WILD BILL" We'll Miss Ye...I first met Bill Stedman at the Redfield Hotel one thirsty night in the late ‘70s.<br />He was mouthing off about our President suffering from “rectal-cranial” inversion. I lost my beer out through my nose I was laughing so hard. We were shootin’ pool and he was pretty good (for an Army puke)…<br /><br />We called him “Wild Bill” Stedman in those days.<br /><br />He had been in a tough outfit during his service in the Army and I honor him for his service. The special training he endured in the Army is physically and mentally grueling, and any man who makes it through that deserves recognition and respect.<br /><br />He was a good shot and one heckuva deer hunter and knew the Tug Hill well of course. I suppose I can say this now that he’s gone off to the great hunting ground…but Wild Bill told me he liked smoked salmon BETTER than venison sometimes. Well, I like venison a LOT more than salmon, so we agreed to swap venison for salmon pound for pound. He always gave me a tenderloin or sirloin – only the best cuts. We continued with this arrangement until I enlisted in the Navy and went away in 1980.<br /><br />I haven’t seen Bill since and now I am sorry to have read his obituary. Now that he’s gone I regret I didn’t look him up when I was home on leave. He had a quick wit and a long list of jokes. He was a dependable sort and willing to help you out if you were broke. I probably still owe him like 20 bucks for beating me in 8-ball so much. Once in a while I’d beat him but I think he let me.<br /><br />One time some friends and I were on the way home to Sandy Pond at zero-dark-thirty after an evening of revelry and mischief at the Redfield Hotel. Some local band had played that night and we all had a real good time. It was December and a light rain was icing up the roads so I had to drive like a Grandma. Coming around a long curve on a down slope somewhere between Redfield and Greenboro, we suddenly saw a dark figure with a flashlight in the middle of the road waving it around at an alarming rate and holding his other hand up, screaming over and over STOP! STOP! STOP! I started pumping my brakes but the tires were not experiencing any road friction on the wet ice so it took forever to get her stopped, just missing the guy with the flashlight. Then we saw the accident about a tenth of a mile down further. Looked like about 4 cars in a serious pileup in the middle of the road.<br /><br />The guy with the flashlight was Wild Bill.<br /><br />He was standing in the middle of the road forcing cars to stop before more cars piled up. He stood there waving that flashlight and screaming at cars until the cops and ambulances got there. Some of the cars he was stopping got a little out of control so he had to dodge them as they slid by. The man was fearless and agile. I don’t think anybody in the pile-up got hurt, but if it hadn’t been for Wild Bill stopping all those cars who knows how horrible it could have become. After he was done he just got in his vehicle and drove away.<br /><br />He never mentioned it again – didn’t think anything of it I guess. The people involved in the crash don’t know it, but they owed Bill a lot after that night, maybe their very lives. Wild Bill was one of the good guys and I was fortunate to have known him only for a couple of years…we’ll miss him.Stephenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05183065354376386281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524821251334708402.post-75170031248218932072009-07-27T02:30:00.008-04:002009-07-27T05:40:33.159-04:00RECENT PHOTOS at The Pond<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTLEann-1Ensc9VkBoJjo2-EONdly6ftnLFbqigPR3o74fqFztqOdW4RPzlDE75vyGFnxpsJ2XTMR8pZvEYVox2BT7VWtPoAzQMGB1Dfd5QShvB5_1HArEGN_cT-tzVXN0LWqbtkQJ2BEr/s1600-h/2009+2Boat+Trip+004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363047117170865618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTLEann-1Ensc9VkBoJjo2-EONdly6ftnLFbqigPR3o74fqFztqOdW4RPzlDE75vyGFnxpsJ2XTMR8pZvEYVox2BT7VWtPoAzQMGB1Dfd5QShvB5_1HArEGN_cT-tzVXN0LWqbtkQJ2BEr/s400/2009+2Boat+Trip+004.JPG" /></a>SUNSET AT THE BAYVIEW </div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdc9jXT52Fz1ib5K9XlPYNgbky5v0_KNoFTOBHyzQLi-9lBpYXyMVFbGSqv88ttHYt3JHiUG9UnL3MXYFrBY6z6dHk3lt7dw5S5OYrEvKFgxjruBEUmZrMfx8UBIGOcoRvn-9un0xaaOZv/s1600-h/2009+2Boat+Trip+041.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363047113250041970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdc9jXT52Fz1ib5K9XlPYNgbky5v0_KNoFTOBHyzQLi-9lBpYXyMVFbGSqv88ttHYt3JHiUG9UnL3MXYFrBY6z6dHk3lt7dw5S5OYrEvKFgxjruBEUmZrMfx8UBIGOcoRvn-9un0xaaOZv/s400/2009+2Boat+Trip+041.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYLjyT127CVEuuNvYBt0RDDKJSKXD8yl0uMcyZw7HLonWteWARI4zGsdGLHZnXwQn2YLgEg8wSe6U5wXemO1LXIxrcmJrQUXkwcuu4_bcwF9A9Dn3Pxy4-mld69T5do8h9IRvk6-u3b0oY/s1600-h/2009+2Boat+Trip+076.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363047113179070594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYLjyT127CVEuuNvYBt0RDDKJSKXD8yl0uMcyZw7HLonWteWARI4zGsdGLHZnXwQn2YLgEg8wSe6U5wXemO1LXIxrcmJrQUXkwcuu4_bcwF9A9Dn3Pxy4-mld69T5do8h9IRvk6-u3b0oY/s400/2009+2Boat+Trip+076.JPG" /></a> OUR ROOM AT RAINBOW SHORES HOTEL<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQVRDLcFL3LE8Dq37FhsyHsqeVQHJNnPSNFXArR3p4SjEEfSscsnPyvD4hR15u-sjhZxBP4J5dibP7aAz02ltRFbl_koUKHbyIo1lZVW-E4nLldgp6Buk25zEpq1r2EROoG9YUWBB0hMG2/s1600-h/2009+2Boat+Trip+066.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363047108383000914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQVRDLcFL3LE8Dq37FhsyHsqeVQHJNnPSNFXArR3p4SjEEfSscsnPyvD4hR15u-sjhZxBP4J5dibP7aAz02ltRFbl_koUKHbyIo1lZVW-E4nLldgp6Buk25zEpq1r2EROoG9YUWBB0hMG2/s400/2009+2Boat+Trip+066.JPG" /></a> READY TO PICK UP DAD'S BOAT<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPSjDAIQEqkBUJC7hEs05IEpM6ebMk6wlVTZ6UABGSDVU3EMABYJ3q3EBzHTWoIK_ANVSUvf-UN1lNwNMqUGi8LZ7qs4zQcwuOCOtCS1JCEcIyAU1BcNBRNi7bS8QM9_zBL0QSst786mQO/s1600-h/2009+2Boat+Trip+029.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363047103329413906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPSjDAIQEqkBUJC7hEs05IEpM6ebMk6wlVTZ6UABGSDVU3EMABYJ3q3EBzHTWoIK_ANVSUvf-UN1lNwNMqUGi8LZ7qs4zQcwuOCOtCS1JCEcIyAU1BcNBRNi7bS8QM9_zBL0QSst786mQO/s400/2009+2Boat+Trip+029.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGTTzaAGirO4D31rsew6Yz-OzbPI8AHm10DmK8ZQiF7x2KKtpfJzvu3oSv9lWbWxtCGYX_ISn6EQhpxypuYxGfYP-bU0rCibUIM45amhRE_1lWykCYNHcIIU8R4u37LtQTP5mOhHjn94mn/s1600-h/2009+Boat+Trip+003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363043245359727282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGTTzaAGirO4D31rsew6Yz-OzbPI8AHm10DmK8ZQiF7x2KKtpfJzvu3oSv9lWbWxtCGYX_ISn6EQhpxypuYxGfYP-bU0rCibUIM45amhRE_1lWykCYNHcIIU8R4u37LtQTP5mOhHjn94mn/s400/2009+Boat+Trip+003.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio5-g5kj3ZNrDZfKNp4uSeCj0c4CXPiIwnMQjzaVO3PLa68VNJaYJlWihLPpFs75bxx97O4TEuptpqrRUlK3MWFhk1QbN0h-iId6B_UwX9ht_-dpIs-WgD4CCj5hG17xizKwUficRrlPvJ/s1600-h/2009+Boat+Trip+002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363043234235833922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio5-g5kj3ZNrDZfKNp4uSeCj0c4CXPiIwnMQjzaVO3PLa68VNJaYJlWihLPpFs75bxx97O4TEuptpqrRUlK3MWFhk1QbN0h-iId6B_UwX9ht_-dpIs-WgD4CCj5hG17xizKwUficRrlPvJ/s400/2009+Boat+Trip+002.JPG" /></a> JUST GOT DAD'S BOAT OUT OF THE WATER<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRYzIyHj3N88RN0RIsxTdUCKaL-_usnLf5oQFUA3pBOj4fTURRGaK52Uc3cNrTgBCT3obvwV9bRQjz1wOYfYsx90p2G7Nf23r_7UOYXsMbV2Nf7R-VKMaChvQFyzs7VR1ZFP9V6zhBToDX/s1600-h/2009+Boat+Trip+070.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363043232176440050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRYzIyHj3N88RN0RIsxTdUCKaL-_usnLf5oQFUA3pBOj4fTURRGaK52Uc3cNrTgBCT3obvwV9bRQjz1wOYfYsx90p2G7Nf23r_7UOYXsMbV2Nf7R-VKMaChvQFyzs7VR1ZFP9V6zhBToDX/s400/2009+Boat+Trip+070.JPG" /></a> DAD'S BOAT ARRIVES AT IT'S NEW HOME ON THE CHESAPEAKE<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWbh0sQjRxa2dc_4NteZH17gCGComvj-JvdbtLJW5CNeXX0MV9JWhrJqn1OPZf3P00jtdXrywZLsmfLSm70l9j093QuBXXKYBs_XcX_n5eRIWwbEMylpYQQvH3IwRQItabNbXb6fsRRmBo/s1600-h/2009+Boat+Trip+033.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363043225185547410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWbh0sQjRxa2dc_4NteZH17gCGComvj-JvdbtLJW5CNeXX0MV9JWhrJqn1OPZf3P00jtdXrywZLsmfLSm70l9j093QuBXXKYBs_XcX_n5eRIWwbEMylpYQQvH3IwRQItabNbXb6fsRRmBo/s400/2009+Boat+Trip+033.JPG" /></a><br />FLAG AT ACUTEC LODGE<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJBqg6ihTfgUoOsDAULcOmX97jij1y5icoKE5Uz0aYJUbC2vC8uBIzH5ZCk3Jz4NA-qJNUZNlfkPpFknBnoLsytxUioGu0AriC1jc0x5ZA0OMbwn3CPqU_YL_ar9hg_jGSBMYxt1G43wfO/s1600-h/2009+Boat+Trip+028.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363043222978949010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJBqg6ihTfgUoOsDAULcOmX97jij1y5icoKE5Uz0aYJUbC2vC8uBIzH5ZCk3Jz4NA-qJNUZNlfkPpFknBnoLsytxUioGu0AriC1jc0x5ZA0OMbwn3CPqU_YL_ar9hg_jGSBMYxt1G43wfO/s400/2009+Boat+Trip+028.JPG" /></a><br />EVENING AT ACUTEC LODGE<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyr4gH6KzI4VR6kuuy-85XJ_Tw7byfxLrtQp9foiHbUxnxSaf5xAUWHI1YrgIeYuspzSuCw9T9AF1XmB0gDZFLfUERvFyZxC782fb-tOBdyXhCVKcthn-pc6Yw46GPuF2IZa4ei0ru3Fd_/s1600-h/2009+Boat+Trip+020.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363041018341740658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyr4gH6KzI4VR6kuuy-85XJ_Tw7byfxLrtQp9foiHbUxnxSaf5xAUWHI1YrgIeYuspzSuCw9T9AF1XmB0gDZFLfUERvFyZxC782fb-tOBdyXhCVKcthn-pc6Yw46GPuF2IZa4ei0ru3Fd_/s400/2009+Boat+Trip+020.JPG" /></a> BAYVIEW<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzziDplNH7o7bHBQ1sYMfk6zVnFNL6jm4gUAVACq3YxlOtWlVpau41X_ZZDDTikXSei-JPVTMuCc9h4656sgRiKl-YiKwt3Pu5DHj3g29z0PZS5fpr0vqOTQ_2EIHcu28_lSBr6MQf4DRV/s1600-h/2009+Boat+Trip+064.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363041006086746610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzziDplNH7o7bHBQ1sYMfk6zVnFNL6jm4gUAVACq3YxlOtWlVpau41X_ZZDDTikXSei-JPVTMuCc9h4656sgRiKl-YiKwt3Pu5DHj3g29z0PZS5fpr0vqOTQ_2EIHcu28_lSBr6MQf4DRV/s400/2009+Boat+Trip+064.JPG" /></a> RAINBOW OVER THE BUCK, LANCASTER COUNTY, ON THE WAY HOME<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyZNwwAi369F3Wfhqe25FwX3I1_DamqHsez-an4lI7r4c3A2ywC1ciAiyfSIZ8exaHIIoVeXpNy2sKDhAmBLjm99bWst9uhxYmh2REFS0-EZl1WxfcTmAJISmBCdxNn5SIOsWITUgj67Fh/s1600-h/2009+Boat+Trip+035.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363041003651065330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyZNwwAi369F3Wfhqe25FwX3I1_DamqHsez-an4lI7r4c3A2ywC1ciAiyfSIZ8exaHIIoVeXpNy2sKDhAmBLjm99bWst9uhxYmh2REFS0-EZl1WxfcTmAJISmBCdxNn5SIOsWITUgj67Fh/s400/2009+Boat+Trip+035.JPG" /></a><br />NICE SIGN ROB!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW_Dr-DgEpaKbZP5dsGITbZIUiKm3iWa1BR_0542vwvVJ5-SXewUOKeJxb32wcdC2VsikdRer_jqDQehCkPRY42AxHkiNZgvzqKvlOjLZWV6plsI26zrCx8rKrueCdFVRjZMrjw3tCLy_y/s1600-h/2009+Boat+Trip+038.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363038997507188450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW_Dr-DgEpaKbZP5dsGITbZIUiKm3iWa1BR_0542vwvVJ5-SXewUOKeJxb32wcdC2VsikdRer_jqDQehCkPRY42AxHkiNZgvzqKvlOjLZWV6plsI26zrCx8rKrueCdFVRjZMrjw3tCLy_y/s400/2009+Boat+Trip+038.JPG" /></a> BARB AND I WITH DAD'S BOAT - - FINALLY<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkZ5xI5pLfBNGIMjKjvXS8RhJBdad0qG5dPY3B4auVEArVscXzqCEerYsI4LC6FvcERWFKOrf5qpbpYQwoX1LxUS4jkZqUuuc_btAtfoBzkjPXc6NISFEFyYeNmMKh0lccFkG8efu5fc9m/s1600-h/2009+Boat+Trip+032.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363038994251513858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkZ5xI5pLfBNGIMjKjvXS8RhJBdad0qG5dPY3B4auVEArVscXzqCEerYsI4LC6FvcERWFKOrf5qpbpYQwoX1LxUS4jkZqUuuc_btAtfoBzkjPXc6NISFEFyYeNmMKh0lccFkG8efu5fc9m/s400/2009+Boat+Trip+032.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhddz00Vl6x7bHGRoivBlaNUyaXl9HO2PFe8CsARPfLUqQoZKDLnRjnixeXV1HzG8C3_ckuZc00uoGsPCznS-1C7Z7e8lpEDNafNpZb2nwfJD4_93Pxzwz9US6st2G4LLdnxMeUbtVAr0ZW/s1600-h/2009+Boat+Trip+031.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363038988361988818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhddz00Vl6x7bHGRoivBlaNUyaXl9HO2PFe8CsARPfLUqQoZKDLnRjnixeXV1HzG8C3_ckuZc00uoGsPCznS-1C7Z7e8lpEDNafNpZb2nwfJD4_93Pxzwz9US6st2G4LLdnxMeUbtVAr0ZW/s400/2009+Boat+Trip+031.JPG" /></a> EVENING AT THE SMITH'S...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsXPtzyyX6tR47ARnZN5_NAX-RijK-H2ioI9ThJMzCy0UdPe9QvrmyrnkzhYYkHaL4_LQLdVRopj-XlfJdGL4bwr_2oM_vtgnocj3dESP4iLpQIU8BmW-q4k4wXgII2bBsdanBg9-BlZbX/s1600-h/2009+Boat+Trip+026.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363029976939434722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsXPtzyyX6tR47ARnZN5_NAX-RijK-H2ioI9ThJMzCy0UdPe9QvrmyrnkzhYYkHaL4_LQLdVRopj-XlfJdGL4bwr_2oM_vtgnocj3dESP4iLpQIU8BmW-q4k4wXgII2bBsdanBg9-BlZbX/s400/2009+Boat+Trip+026.JPG" /></a> HOG NOSE POINT, SANDY POND<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpmx5SIJW0O-wU4mPOk6COs_c6qkuGuUIV2mz5IIohY8pEkseoTg7fSEcw7wIQssbJpm1SvOF7ggRoGX2pvxMi9Re2KHRYrKVOF_5i2aXZhnuzNuaq_X7ycxCvx-CEWXWX7YxRdRRkh4uj/s1600-h/2009+Boat+Trip+018.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363029974539579618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpmx5SIJW0O-wU4mPOk6COs_c6qkuGuUIV2mz5IIohY8pEkseoTg7fSEcw7wIQssbJpm1SvOF7ggRoGX2pvxMi9Re2KHRYrKVOF_5i2aXZhnuzNuaq_X7ycxCvx-CEWXWX7YxRdRRkh4uj/s400/2009+Boat+Trip+018.JPG" /></a><br /><br />BAYVIEW DOCKS</div><div><br /><br /></div><div><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQpIl9sKO4Q9D_KzuGi8ncS4NbFmGdfm6pAK5GMxnFn7Po02Ic3fX1lNU1vNzUiQXCesLI60dgM8krn9D02cxULXAeo5dK0tRJ9VdtrKVgOyQYERKEfQwNG2dpnYCJfVLc3ODPc2k7NHPm/s1600-h/2009+Boat+Trip+006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363029957839539938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQpIl9sKO4Q9D_KzuGi8ncS4NbFmGdfm6pAK5GMxnFn7Po02Ic3fX1lNU1vNzUiQXCesLI60dgM8krn9D02cxULXAeo5dK0tRJ9VdtrKVgOyQYERKEfQwNG2dpnYCJfVLc3ODPc2k7NHPm/s400/2009+Boat+Trip+006.JPG" /></a><br />DAD'S BOAT<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Stephenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05183065354376386281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524821251334708402.post-34900527194605906882009-07-09T21:40:00.039-04:002009-07-15T02:29:49.226-04:00Greenboro - Almost Heaven<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIhiGsW8lpdridecUHA5UeFt3-lB3Bnc6MQE3AFlu8tcmF8mqYd4HSCWgS0RfclUaEjMr4Zb9SfFiZTp2nH3rXt-WXSwOhdIVa9SYpavLk2jkP6oA70ohORh2I_rAkSUC6mFFIOqYX6wR9/s1600-h/2009+June+28+Greenboro+080.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358563898753490882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIhiGsW8lpdridecUHA5UeFt3-lB3Bnc6MQE3AFlu8tcmF8mqYd4HSCWgS0RfclUaEjMr4Zb9SfFiZTp2nH3rXt-WXSwOhdIVa9SYpavLk2jkP6oA70ohORh2I_rAkSUC6mFFIOqYX6wR9/s400/2009+June+28+Greenboro+080.JPG" /></a>Road through Greenboro at sunrise.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipj9Xq9Uaj4Ua1v9TYlS6_znSHddcS8w8JdrIelboquWsQTBN9GxI0r2cSfWUZp6ZpZqmBX4_tNUFb_BFnI8TfDFNriw9SQRHIhUBWGI4fucc0XItgxa8DW_COYT3p-lkHf4EjYtCFTZV4/s1600-h/2009+June+28+Greenboro+079.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358563893690869298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipj9Xq9Uaj4Ua1v9TYlS6_znSHddcS8w8JdrIelboquWsQTBN9GxI0r2cSfWUZp6ZpZqmBX4_tNUFb_BFnI8TfDFNriw9SQRHIhUBWGI4fucc0XItgxa8DW_COYT3p-lkHf4EjYtCFTZV4/s400/2009+June+28+Greenboro+079.JPG" /></a> Back in the day this road through Greenboro was narrow with no lines, a long quiet walk...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu15EIEHmnbe5P1QaHDxXnp7xdyb2R1Ivis9rsWIEZZ37SayhYWEv1Bcf3QLMylhM8-rK4Zis33qZWMlxMRurfN5kvD0m7cJCzOE0LhOmk4JeBuAS3bnTffq_OIZELbCBFubK6FLVBtP2u/s1600-h/2009+June+28+Greenboro+078.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358563885407974722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu15EIEHmnbe5P1QaHDxXnp7xdyb2R1Ivis9rsWIEZZ37SayhYWEv1Bcf3QLMylhM8-rK4Zis33qZWMlxMRurfN5kvD0m7cJCzOE0LhOmk4JeBuAS3bnTffq_OIZELbCBFubK6FLVBtP2u/s400/2009+June+28+Greenboro+078.JPG" /></a> Littlejohn - I didn't have time to see if the old fire tower is still back there.</div><div> </div><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiZqhYM3VZjt4Z1nMXbZ2HckPgY6vMqywZzoB6yvoHNQNxLKavxcDh24HQ6YGdpmfd7ZosgkNLg4q5LR_831GWlcIEUbSuxxT1TtKgVVX3Oei_ZR-WIASD3UIOiA1QcfEFRC5niN7iMIIh/s1600-h/2009+June+28+Greenboro+077.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358562079832704850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiZqhYM3VZjt4Z1nMXbZ2HckPgY6vMqywZzoB6yvoHNQNxLKavxcDh24HQ6YGdpmfd7ZosgkNLg4q5LR_831GWlcIEUbSuxxT1TtKgVVX3Oei_ZR-WIASD3UIOiA1QcfEFRC5niN7iMIIh/s400/2009+June+28+Greenboro+077.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkgI_jXCibw1sD29nFqYUsI9JSWkOWTZ2ImK3vhE5VZuptDHeFLCpeh2jNIAhNVHjKyYXEEyZEdRjYDqDbXpe2zt_ZoqsFFPjj7UrUFAvu239NCZt2N06qSa_5dwKf1P1gpj5U2Og74riV/s1600-h/2009+June+28+Greenboro+074.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358562077443727426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkgI_jXCibw1sD29nFqYUsI9JSWkOWTZ2ImK3vhE5VZuptDHeFLCpeh2jNIAhNVHjKyYXEEyZEdRjYDqDbXpe2zt_ZoqsFFPjj7UrUFAvu239NCZt2N06qSa_5dwKf1P1gpj5U2Og74riV/s400/2009+June+28+Greenboro+074.JPG" /></a> Nice to see a restaurant in the area these days.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLbiCJxAE0IARRXKrRLLZqWMLWGj_D1W3oK_mw2NF9wshqP99TMfPpJNIMhs_jyEGywIEkkVgKH0jy37tG3Dl01ERy7tVJV94b7OZtXQwvXoriVBMmM_RXWDE6Zu-N_vO8O_w1yy8t3JB4/s1600-h/2009+June+28+Greenboro+071.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358562073383250626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLbiCJxAE0IARRXKrRLLZqWMLWGj_D1W3oK_mw2NF9wshqP99TMfPpJNIMhs_jyEGywIEkkVgKH0jy37tG3Dl01ERy7tVJV94b7OZtXQwvXoriVBMmM_RXWDE6Zu-N_vO8O_w1yy8t3JB4/s400/2009+June+28+Greenboro+071.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig0ovEzIQnbgN77h0i1t2wFNx2CIB4G0Lt6U07gmkeeuOGpv9OwalDAlj-U5bwxRs-XfrDysXdz_p_wiCRt-6wFfT3U0YrSRYHRhE5AhbBvX7d4A1ShyphenhyphenmJHabyWNYbk_to5K7XzcxvYXje/s1600-h/2009+June+28+Greenboro+070.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358562064857348482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig0ovEzIQnbgN77h0i1t2wFNx2CIB4G0Lt6U07gmkeeuOGpv9OwalDAlj-U5bwxRs-XfrDysXdz_p_wiCRt-6wFfT3U0YrSRYHRhE5AhbBvX7d4A1ShyphenhyphenmJHabyWNYbk_to5K7XzcxvYXje/s400/2009+June+28+Greenboro+070.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0_esxyV5oJMjMLwtvSPJH9sRgrwtUWNHwnQfE4oRlt613_-w0a41pF2aHYhmnUu2aOJ2Ta_9-sthiKM4OE3MFrVUNl_b7jEnlHZzRm665vyTPqr4hHpj_TnVUAwkXqF7u50qhNlYYhFfE/s1600-h/2009+June+28+Greenboro+069.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358562058014932146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0_esxyV5oJMjMLwtvSPJH9sRgrwtUWNHwnQfE4oRlt613_-w0a41pF2aHYhmnUu2aOJ2Ta_9-sthiKM4OE3MFrVUNl_b7jEnlHZzRm665vyTPqr4hHpj_TnVUAwkXqF7u50qhNlYYhFfE/s400/2009+June+28+Greenboro+069.JPG" /></a> This is some kind of tavern that exists near Greenboro now.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu1hueC0Onb8z4UdCbT_3DqHXtvCqT28RewnMBn30tKBdI_nZFJ587Lh-PzDkrjPIWz8cwNzrJo5ZQ4DkKpMp_jVHe0u5GAswP1R3ISIC1xXmde-GggoZIQzaCpV3v50du4115m3RuretB/s1600-h/2009+June+28+Greenboro+075.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358557682577587714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu1hueC0Onb8z4UdCbT_3DqHXtvCqT28RewnMBn30tKBdI_nZFJ587Lh-PzDkrjPIWz8cwNzrJo5ZQ4DkKpMp_jVHe0u5GAswP1R3ISIC1xXmde-GggoZIQzaCpV3v50du4115m3RuretB/s400/2009+June+28+Greenboro+075.JPG" /></a> Close up of the restaurant.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo9iDIQdcCw8FDqW9lB5D0tlLgSkUzBjwxR5RunbHbt4JYG77NWu5pNbObyKLYKV3l7gPnQKWZUj1TRIt-byCs5Xx1Z_SgbpU_xGzuVXoF_YcReIhwwfGCoM0Ay78LIdD5G9BW6JyjMhcy/s1600-h/2009+June+28+Greenboro+073.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358557674110511330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo9iDIQdcCw8FDqW9lB5D0tlLgSkUzBjwxR5RunbHbt4JYG77NWu5pNbObyKLYKV3l7gPnQKWZUj1TRIt-byCs5Xx1Z_SgbpU_xGzuVXoF_YcReIhwwfGCoM0Ay78LIdD5G9BW6JyjMhcy/s400/2009+June+28+Greenboro+073.JPG" /></a> The memorial near Ode's old homestead.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNWVfL-wI8BSenJX57dy2adTZXPqcqA2zK2m0EeYUtLVasAjg_N8oSJALFb5xnYKXLHxr9YzAoY1leHHbncV8xtil4OaOeCAaGRRhoowmaostR7xjo-9gS5shb_y1nIqDBbHA1IWFBqGmN/s1600-h/2009+June+28+Greenboro+072.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358557665485433538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNWVfL-wI8BSenJX57dy2adTZXPqcqA2zK2m0EeYUtLVasAjg_N8oSJALFb5xnYKXLHxr9YzAoY1leHHbncV8xtil4OaOeCAaGRRhoowmaostR7xjo-9gS5shb_y1nIqDBbHA1IWFBqGmN/s400/2009+June+28+Greenboro+072.JPG" /></a> This old church still stands.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYPABsEcRdAJmydv1Bbhn88juNEP7lDs1wIFttstPcKMrUkUS_b1FZUoExchJl1y7Y4xlIxOQdoigeiclWieSphGtgNxaF6ZH_zU4O4gLTUzY9zJs_UfzeeH3vpoiD7BOtVkwRlNo_IjAT/s1600-h/2009+June+28+Greenboro+069.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358557663032976642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYPABsEcRdAJmydv1Bbhn88juNEP7lDs1wIFttstPcKMrUkUS_b1FZUoExchJl1y7Y4xlIxOQdoigeiclWieSphGtgNxaF6ZH_zU4O4gLTUzY9zJs_UfzeeH3vpoiD7BOtVkwRlNo_IjAT/s400/2009+June+28+Greenboro+069.JPG" /></a> This is looking west, the beginning of Route 15 that goes all the way down to Sandy Pond.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM9PaLeTFf1Kp8uBI1b9wPBVro4965wlbfXxqbO4BFjcZFp_igcB7yQs55IHMJHP8bu1zaFygG6mY0cWBJMbbI4erN7RzOGAFEscucyOATd7xg6ZA7u7Bpe1i9TCMmUD-2_sW9MhgjTTDv/s1600-h/2009+June+28+Greenboro+041.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358557656671251426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM9PaLeTFf1Kp8uBI1b9wPBVro4965wlbfXxqbO4BFjcZFp_igcB7yQs55IHMJHP8bu1zaFygG6mY0cWBJMbbI4erN7RzOGAFEscucyOATd7xg6ZA7u7Bpe1i9TCMmUD-2_sW9MhgjTTDv/s400/2009+June+28+Greenboro+041.JPG" /></a> I caught the sunrise here from Sandy Island Beach. Needed coffee bad when this was taken.<br /><br />Sunrise is absolutely the best time to shoot photos in my book. Lately I have been catching the sunrise at Tydings Park in Havre De Grace where the Susquehanna River meets the Chesapeake Bay - lots of sailboats and yachts to capture there. Seems like Saturday mornings are best for this activity - few people are about before 6am. I love the solitude - helps me recharge...<br /><br /><br /><div>During my recent visit to Sandy Pond, I awoke at zero-dark-thirty Sunday morning (June 28th) and headed to the small hamlet of Greenboro on the Tug Hill Plateau, about 40 minutes due east from Sandy Pond. If you have never visited Greenboro then perhaps you might consider it - it is a lot more "almost Heaven" than West Virginia (and everybody still has their TEETH there -just kidding!) It's much different now than it was about 40 years ago - - the trees are MUCH bigger now and I noticed there is a tavern and restaurant in the area.</div><p>I was first introduced to Greenboro by a bright young girl I used to be sweet on. </p><p>Greenboro was so different from Sandy Pond I became fascinated. The people living there seemed to be much closer and neighborly, ready to lend a hand in a heartbeat (well, many of them <em>were</em> related).<br /></p><p>I was only 15 and awkward, oddly uncomfortable that there was no waterfront, no swimming, no water skiing. In those days my young psyche associated a sense of security and comfort from being able to watch the sunset over the water, not over a bunch of stupid trees. Strange how my immature mind worked at that age (Iwas pretty much a clueless pup then).</p><p>I was impressed at the amount of snowfall there during the winter months - about 3 times as much as we got at the Pond, maybe 200+ inches per season. I took that kind of snowfall for granted many years ago, but today I admit I have trouble wrapping my head around it...it is truly beautiful there after a 2 foot snowfall and the sun peeking back out, casting long shadows after supper.</p><p>Snowmobiling in this area was incredible. There was a million trails going everywhere. The snow was so deep it was like gliding on soft thick clouds. I never experienced complete silence before I had a chance to drive the old orange '69 Moto-Ski back deep into those woods and stop and turn off the engine. The deep snow would soak up all the sounds and you only heard the gentle breeze whispering in the tree-tops, with an occasional squeak or groan of branches rubbing against each other. At Sandy Pond you always heard other sleds or music or airplanes...there was only complete silence there a couple hours after the BARS closed and the revelers passed out, just before the sun popped up. (Chuckle)<br /></p><p>A couple of friends and classmates- - Chris Ouderkirk (aka "Ode") and Greg Yerdon (aka "Bronson"), lived in Greenboro. Today Chris is the Facilities Boss at SCCS, but I have no idea what Bronson is up to. </p><p>I remember Ode's Mom Shirley was a skillful deer hunter - much different than my Mom.</p><p>I remember there was a horrible accident right in front of Bronson's house one time - a head-on collision. There was death. Sorrow permeated the neighborhood for months afterward - a very young girl had died. If my memory serves me right her name was Gay Giddings. I still get a chill thinking about that...everybody was trying whatever they could do to save them just after it happened. It is a remote area and it took forever for the ambulance to arrive. Enough about that.</p><p>I also remember Bronson's baby brother was attacked and mauled by their family dog, a St. Bernard. His face got chewed up pretty bad. Very bizarre.</p><p>I learned some important life lessons in Greenboro:</p><ul><li>Watching the old "HEE HAW" comedy show with good country folks is better than watching American Idol, CSI, and Andy Griffith simultaneously.</li></ul><p></p><ul><li>If anybody EVER puts you up to shooting a skunk with a deer rifle, make absolutely sure you miss it. If you hit it with a 30 caliber bullet it will explode stinky skunk juice all over the area and gag everybody for days afterward...I still don't know why it was to be shot. I aimed low and shrugged my shoulders while it fled. After that incident I had a reputation in Greenboro of being a poor shot. So what. Not sure how I could be a good shot anyway with a strange gun I had never fired before in a strange place aiming at something I would never eat...</li></ul><p></p><ul><li>I never want to witness a bull becoming a steer again. I was asked to help castrate a young bull being raised for beef, but ended up only watching the grisly procedure. I never went back THERE again - THAT guy deliberately scared the Bejesus out of me for his own reasons...which was uncalled for but funny when you think about it. I was just a young impressionable kid that was probably begging to be scared anyway.</li></ul><p></p><ul><li>NEVER agree to sleep in an unheated room during the winter months if you staying at a friend's house in Greenboro. You WILL freeze your frigging butt off - and you BETTER not complain the following morning, or you will be labeled as a PUPPY from Sandy Pond (which actually was pretty damn accurate in those days.)</li></ul><p>I suppose I could ramble on but it would be interesting to only a very few people. I am surprised by the vivid nature of my memories there.</p><p>The Littlejohn Wildlife Management Area is in that area too. There was (is?) a tall fire-tower at Littlejohn to use to spot forest fires. Lightning tends to spark fires in the woods once in a while. I and some of my buddies used to go there back in the day and climb that tower for fun - I have old-school 8mm movies of that.</p><div>I hunted deer in the Greenboro area a few times with my Springfield 30-06, but all I ever could get in my sights was a disappearing white tail bounding away at an alarming rate. I'll admit I was a novice in these woods and I had a great deal of respect for the guys (and gals) who were successful in their deer hunting there. I prefer hunting ducks at Sandy Pond - - I was truly in my element there. Ducks are small targets traveling 60 mph - a tad bit more plentiful and challenging (and not as gross to gut and dress).<br /></div><div>I noticed some kind of memorial stone posted in Greenboro just up the road from the old church. Perhaps that's relatively new. Amazingly, that old church across from Ode's old homestead is still standing. I wonder who takes care of it? </div><div></div><br /><div>Some things never change and that's a good thing.</div><div></div><br /><div>The light of the sunrise was incredible when I took the photos. The angles of the shadows enhanced the peacefulness of this place that I'll never... forget. Wish You were there...</div><div></div><div></div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Stephenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05183065354376386281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524821251334708402.post-51858756056482517192009-07-08T02:31:00.019-04:002009-07-09T06:37:01.453-04:00Alumni Banquet, Visiting Sandy Pond<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoI7cjs8YJldG2OoVrEKwrubATH_m55tOUe5dXin9QfqSx0mK4z37frfSTGS7GKEooNK0Nw3l7gH_AB-ChLjrdmZI7wimgzldVw6U79WBzUgGvPXSM7GuKSF13_lozaR_xnjaymK-5ecpY/s1600-h/Imported+July+9+2009+100.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356405524643304338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoI7cjs8YJldG2OoVrEKwrubATH_m55tOUe5dXin9QfqSx0mK4z37frfSTGS7GKEooNK0Nw3l7gH_AB-ChLjrdmZI7wimgzldVw6U79WBzUgGvPXSM7GuKSF13_lozaR_xnjaymK-5ecpY/s400/Imported+July+9+2009+100.JPG" /></a> A good meal with old friends - brother Pete still likes to sport the long hair...<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTwwI3y9FBvttRUgHUBhyphenhyphen8LiW_rEBuuxMWmRzoqeMKRszmi3WIbJe2rNJ9bPYYdUpjKJB_-nmyVNdMGU6CT9fp6V7Io35V-t37IUH0vzEXeUy3cK11KXKMkdKxMSkjL5AusV4BXbgOXH-w/s1600-h/Imported+July+9+2009+163.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356405517102827810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTwwI3y9FBvttRUgHUBhyphenhyphen8LiW_rEBuuxMWmRzoqeMKRszmi3WIbJe2rNJ9bPYYdUpjKJB_-nmyVNdMGU6CT9fp6V7Io35V-t37IUH0vzEXeUy3cK11KXKMkdKxMSkjL5AusV4BXbgOXH-w/s400/Imported+July+9+2009+163.JPG" /></a> Dad's boat - now it's my turn to take care of her.</div><div> </div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy9KS4swHCea9rHtZ73uBxV4mWWuAuSB08xo6kb7YPgINPLs0aTdd4bCvdezLe4jZtoTDekjAxSksIor0REZ0yMlk-3uNFonuhwuWFhvIbXs4Z_n4a6ic4nr-aer7F9HqjJsyVYo81inhy/s1600-h/Imported+July+9+2009+196.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356405515155089682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy9KS4swHCea9rHtZ73uBxV4mWWuAuSB08xo6kb7YPgINPLs0aTdd4bCvdezLe4jZtoTDekjAxSksIor0REZ0yMlk-3uNFonuhwuWFhvIbXs4Z_n4a6ic4nr-aer7F9HqjJsyVYo81inhy/s400/Imported+July+9+2009+196.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL7-jAij7rufWL92ITHE8Dg6rloYz9d9eA3_Q8tTQ1KOWgCCR03VstgfygTltXV9enLe3mKevbbpKbSHo4NaW1rlB_w7IjZUmaAw3vvV55xEdVNIY1RWclWzWUcwoWzOlWz9CwzV5NR2Qg/s1600-h/Imported+July+9+2009+144.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356404303286795746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL7-jAij7rufWL92ITHE8Dg6rloYz9d9eA3_Q8tTQ1KOWgCCR03VstgfygTltXV9enLe3mKevbbpKbSHo4NaW1rlB_w7IjZUmaAw3vvV55xEdVNIY1RWclWzWUcwoWzOlWz9CwzV5NR2Qg/s400/Imported+July+9+2009+144.JPG" /></a> Front: John Didden, Stephen Kappesser.</div><div>Back: Carol (Hilliker) Didden, Barb Clark, Dee (Miles) Yerdon, Roxanne (Janacek) Ferguson.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCqjjaYSd9joj1t7PgzJt-saCG7WBHP2czn6f-54xF0gKsu94_t-XSbJtS-NiSKMzPYiWz4STbWu9NYUiqK5xRo2YSuLCh6rLV9p0BdQpFoJDqTyaQF6qN0W6eQ8EaTEXP07krhbi1Gemk/s1600-h/Imported+July+9+2009+129.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>We recently visited old friends and family at Sandy Pond and surrounding area. I hadn't been there since 2005, after my Dad, Ed (Kap) Kappesser passed away.<br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>Sorry to say it's been a hard 4 years for us since - Yahweh dragged us through the Valley and now we are MUCH stronger for it: </div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>In 2006 Barb had to defeat breast cancer. I prayed I wouldn't lose her for I then would need to crawl into a hole and die.</div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>It was a true blessing to be a short drive from Johns Hopkins Hospital, which is the best in existance (ask any doctor). </div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>Barb endured a lumpectomy, chemotherapy, and radiation. She volunteered for a clinical trial in which they administered chemo and radiation simultaneously - a one-two punch. The doctors report that it is very successful so far - hundreds of women have benefitted from this treatment.</div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>My Lord and our wonderful church family and friends (especially at Towne Baptist Church) pulled us through that deep, dark valley with many acts of raw unconditional love and kindness and even more prayers...Barb is still cancer-free.<br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>At the same time Barb was sick, our young daughter Sherry got mixed up with some thugs and found herself in very serious trouble with the law, facing 10 years in prison for armed robbery. THAT was a nightmare. We prayed and asked all who we knew to pray...</div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>The assistant States Attorney recognized the situation with Sherry so she convinced the Judge to have mercy - - so she did 30 days in the slammer and 2 years probation. Again, the prayers of many prompted our Lord to help Sherry. She's OK now - all that's in her past.<br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>2007: I tore up my shoulder lifting a concrete slab building our raised-bed garden. I had to endure rotator-cuff repair surgery. Luckily the orthopeadic shoulder surgeon for the Baltimore Orioles baseball team (and Director of Shoulder Orthopeadics at Johns Hopkins) Dr. Steven Petersen, agreed to repair the shoulder. He's a good man...talk about answers to prayer. It's great to witness a guy who knows what he is doing. I was on disability for 12 weeks and it took 10 months for the pain to go away (Thanksgiving morning it disappeared!). I am still doing physical therapy. It's strong and getting stronger now.<br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>This year God has blessed us with vigor, resources, time, and joy so we decided to finally visit the Pond again. </div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>My siblings Kip and Amy are going through somewhat hard times now so I urged them to pray and their hard times will pass. I'd give them money but that would accomplish nothing. We all have our valleys.</div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>June 26th Barb and I celebrated our 27th wedding anniversary at Sandy Pond. If you had told me 27 years ago that I'd be celebrating our wedding anniversary, I would have spit in your eye. Back then, anniversaries were for geezers. Not anymore.<br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>The annual Sandy Creek Central School Alumni Banquet happened to occur on June 26th, so we hopped in the fambly truckster and whisked ourselves northward to attend. </div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>We got to take a tour of the SCCS campus thanks to some fellow National Honor Society youngsters, and then enjoy the banquet among a few of my classmates from 1972: Dee (Miles) Yerdon, Roxy (Janacek) Ferguson, John Didden, Carol (Hilliker) Didden, Barb Clark, and my younger brother Pete. </div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>Also chatted with Mama-Sue Bitz and said hello to Dr. Patty Ledden as they were inducted on SCCS' "Wall of Distinction". I have deep respect and love for Sue - she has a big heart and a keen mind.<br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>They let me say the opening prayer for the banquet and to my surprise I didn't choke up.</div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>I kept the prayer was short and solid - hitting at the heart of my Faith. </div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>I prayed in the name of MY Saviour, Jesus Christ - an oh my gosh I said His name out loud at a sanctioned public school event. (So what are they gonna do, take away my birthday?)</div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>Not a problem at SCCS - people there recognize and respect The Faith. </div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>A couple of people complimented me on the prayer later - Christian brothers and sisters are everywhere -!<br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>We stayed at the Acutec Lodge (it's a big cottage) on Sandy Pond's waterfront next to Jo Maas' home. My old friend Rob Smith's company owns this pretty place and he was drumming up business in Paris with his wife Nancy at the annual international air show so the cottage was ours for the weekend - thanks so much Rob and Nancy! </div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>It is a beautiful place to stay...and of course we did not touch one drop of all the wine stored there (probably enough to stock a cruise ship...?)</div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>Not that it's a bad thing to have a unique selection of the grape.<br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>I visited with my old friends Jo, Brenda, Dan, and Pam Maas, who were throwing a graduation party for their progeny on the shore next door. I discovered that Brenda's daughter Alyssa can sing like a bird strummin' her guitar - keep rehearsing, girl. She sang many of my old favorites by Crosby Stills Nash and Young. I got to sing harmony on one tune...<br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>Saturday morning I took a trip to the other shore and discovered my former crony and partner in mischeif Johnny McClellan drinking coffee on his patio at 6am. I hadn't seen Johnny for 27 years...we caught up for an hour and it was like no time had passed at all. </div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>These people mean a lot to me and it was great to catch up a little.</div><div> </div></div><div><div>The trailer I brought to pick up Dad's old boat was inadequate so we towed nothing home - laughing about our new "invisible" stealth boat...<br />I'll pick up the boat later - looking forward to making her seaworthy again.<br /></div><div>I took photo opportunities all over: Wigwam Hotel, Sandy Island Beach, Greene Point, Seber Shores, Sandy Creek, Pulaski, Smartville, Wheat Hill at sunrise, Little John Preserve, and Greenboro. These were all my favorite places - home of many fond memories and friends ...wish you were there...</div><div> </div><div>I'll post photos later...</div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div>Stephenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05183065354376386281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524821251334708402.post-63020240491476685632009-06-23T19:25:00.003-04:002009-06-23T19:34:08.504-04:00WE'RE VISITING SANDY POND THIS WEEKENDWe haven't visited Sandy Pond in 4 years. We are going to this coming weekend. <br /><br />We will be attending Sandy Creek Central School's annual alumni banquet on Friday, and visiting several friends on Saturday. <br /><br />I'd like to take Barb dancing somewhere Fri & Sat nights but I don't know where there is live country music or classic rock these days. <br /><br />She loves to dance. <br />And I like dancing with her - especially the slow dances.<br /><br />Also, staying at Acutec Lodge on water's edge (next the Jo Maas's home). That is a special treat. My old friend Rob Smith let me have it for the weekend. Rob's a good man - - even though he's a Steelers fan. HA!HA!<br /><br />Hope there's a coffee maker there, because I don't want to waste a lot of time sleeping.<br /><br />CARPE DIEM...Stephenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05183065354376386281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524821251334708402.post-76040736886142873792009-06-23T06:11:00.010-04:002009-07-01T05:47:42.651-04:00Pain Burns Away Fear...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK71JTvwySSDh-2iy4huMDFtiX0uhBRlT2TArqaghj-2y82XWBXKYOEgUi-dV4NjZA74iczumei8z7fs9-zhzeZLYmdGsS0LuvznHVOVnm1g77JoTLfyHblTq4dzRb5oMM-CnZdOJ-XxUg/s1600-h/Steve+K.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 647px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 492px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353423613191793906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK71JTvwySSDh-2iy4huMDFtiX0uhBRlT2TArqaghj-2y82XWBXKYOEgUi-dV4NjZA74iczumei8z7fs9-zhzeZLYmdGsS0LuvznHVOVnm1g77JoTLfyHblTq4dzRb5oMM-CnZdOJ-XxUg/s400/Steve+K.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>From: Charlene Cole</div><br /><div>To: <a href="mailto:skappesser@hotmail.com">skappesser@hotmail.com</a></div><br /><div>Subject: July 18, 1968</div><br /><div>Date: Sun, 14 Jun 2009 19:26:15 -0400<br /></div><br /><div>Hi, found the clipping and will attach it. This copy will be better than getting it off a microfilm reader. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Charlene</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++</div><br /><br /><div><br />From: <a href="mailto:skappesser@hotmail.com">skappesser@hotmail.com</a></div><br /><div>To: <a href="mailto:ory67kool1@hotmail.com">ory67kool1@hotmail.com</a></div><br /><div>Subject: RE: July 18, 1968</div><br /><div>Date: Fri, 19 Jun 2009 14:47:22 -0400<br />.</div><br /><div>Thank you so much Charlene! I did not expect this - it is a very pleasant surprise today. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The news story erred in that we finished (not started) our swim at Scotty's Boat Livery (later after Scotty Hayward passed on that livery became Kappy's Boats - there's Sandy Pond Memories BLOG posting about that). </div><div></div><div>We started the swim along the opposite shore due east, where the "Ghost Channel" appeared one year (see that Sandy Pond Memories BLOG posting too). </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Let me tell you what the story doesn't say. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The news story doesn't say that I was coached intensely by my older brother Kip all the way across the Pond.</div><br /><div>Kip was in Dad's boat as a safety observer. (We might have been kids but we weren't stupid.)</div><br /><div>The story doesn't say that I was no athlete and skinny as a rail so after about a half an hour of swimming my arms started cramping in a big way. I wanted to stop. I had to stop... I could barely stay afloat much less propel myself towards the goal. Fear manifested itself. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The story doesn't say that Kip yelled and cajoled me from the boat, saying anything to motivate me to ignore the cramps and keep going. (Some of it was nasty and I cannot repeat it to a lady).</div><br /><div>Of course I kept going somehow and finished the thing. I will never forget that grueling swim that day - probably one of the hardest things I had done up to that point... It took about 2 weeks for my arms to feel normal again. </div><br /><div>The 3 boys in my company were summer friends whose families had summer cottages on the Pond. </div><br /><div>Mickey Matvyak, Michael Savage, and Bill O'Connor were more athletic than I and recovered much quicker. </div><br /><div>After this little trial, I consciously put on some muscle by working out during the year that followed.Funny thing is that I believe I could do it now, 41 years later, thanks to the Navy survival training, a lot of swimming experience, and better upper body strength... It was so nice of you to research this for me. </div><br /><div>Thanks again! </div><br /><div>Best Regards, </div><br /><div>Steve<br /></div><br /><div>Stephen Kappesser </div><br /><div>WEBLOGS:<a href="http://sandypondmemories.blogspot.com/">http://sandypondmemories.blogspot.com/</a><br />AND<br /><a href="http://grandpastephenspage.blogspot.com/">http://grandpastephenspage.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br /><em>To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under Heaven... Ecclesiates 3:1</em><br /></div><br /><br /><div>+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++</div><br /><br /><div>From: Charlene Cole</div><br /><div>To: <a href="mailto:skappesser@hotmail.com">skappesser@hotmail.com</a></div><br /><div>Subject: RE: July 18, 1968</div><br /><div>Date: Sat, 20 Jun 2009 08:34:17 -0400</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>You are so welcome....It was much easier to locate in the newspaper collection at the History Center than on a microfilm reader. Can I print "the" story and "your" story in my column? Did you go to school with Jack Parker? He just died. Charlene </div><br /><br />From: <a href="mailto:skappesser@hotmail.com">skappesser@hotmail.com</a><br />To: Charlene Cole<br />Subject: RE: July 18, 1968<br />Date: Sun, 21 Jun 2009 05:08:37 -0400<br /><br />Hi Charlene- You are so gracious for asking my permission - - of course you include the story in your column - a "blast from the past" so to speak, but since I moved away from Sandy Pond so very long ago (1980) when I entered the Navy, and I've only visited a few dozen times since, there's a good chance that I have faded from the collective memory of Sandy Creek / Sandy Pond.<br />... There is a story from the 50s that was in one of the Syracuse papers. My Dad Ed Kappesser was a Trooper in those days and he investigated a freak accident. Apparently a military aircraft was engaged in live-fire target practice on the Lake and a few rounds from its weapons landed in a cottage on the shore. Thank God nobody was hurt but it was a big story there for a while. The newspaper interviewed my Dad and I remember Mom saying he was even on TV - which was a real big deal in the 50's.<br /><br />Gotta go - plenty to take care of, even on Father's Day!<br />God Bless,<br />Steve<br /><br /><br />RE: July 18, 1968<br />From:<br />Charlene Cole<br />Sent:<br />Mon 6/22/09 12:25 PM<br />To:<br />Steve Kappesser (skappesser@hotmail.com)<br /><br />The Alumni community remembers you and I am sure many others. My readers like to read about people from the area. If you find that story at the library and need a better copy let me know.<br /><br />CharleneStephenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05183065354376386281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524821251334708402.post-81841242980594653282009-06-17T05:16:00.006-04:002009-06-23T18:55:01.087-04:00VFW Post Lacona NY is going ONLINE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQWxwhvZrTkEpIKKe_2BtjHF1dnWORffMq9XVu_e-psr6LMV4OdqBxScXaF3JIyvmmPh-xngq5FHEyJJSL-h1G3V658D9SUKftgzawfS0ItvyBlmd_YyNh5a-hkgSAFDUZkWkj0xkQnoXk/s1600-h/VFW%2520Logo.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348226102544594242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQWxwhvZrTkEpIKKe_2BtjHF1dnWORffMq9XVu_e-psr6LMV4OdqBxScXaF3JIyvmmPh-xngq5FHEyJJSL-h1G3V658D9SUKftgzawfS0ItvyBlmd_YyNh5a-hkgSAFDUZkWkj0xkQnoXk/s400/VFW%2520Logo.jpg" /></a>
<br /><div>I received this email recently:</div>
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<br /><div>From: rradford</div>
<br /><div>To: <a href="mailto:skappesser@hotmail.com">skappesser@hotmail.com</a></div>
<br /><div>Subject: VFW Post 8534 Lacona NY</div>
<br /><div>Date: Wed, 10 Jun 2009 16:53:06 -0400
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<br />Hi Stephen, </div><div></div><div>I've been following your blog almost from the beginning and have enjoyed it very much. I feel as though I've known you all your life. We live at Sandy Pond year round, the snow can be a little much though, but we still enjoy it. </div>
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<br /><div>I belong to the Cable Trail Post 8534 VFW in Lacona and have just designed and launched our Post website and was wondering if I could put a link to your web site on ours and also if you could put a link of our Post website on your website. </div>
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<br /><div>Here is our Post web address: http://www.vfw8534.club.officelive.com</a> Also, congratulations on the new addition to your family. </div>
<br /><div>Thank you, </div>
<br /><div>Bob
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<br /><div>[So I hit Reply...]</div><div></div>
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<br /><div>From: <a href="mailto:skappesser@hotmail.com">skappesser@hotmail.com</a></div>
<br /><div>To: rradford</div>
<br /><div>Subject: RE: VFW Post 8534 Lacona NY</div>
<br /><div>Date: Tue, 16 Jun 2009 13:13:53 -0400
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<br />Yes, it would be an extreme honor to have a link at your Post's website. I am not a member of the VFW but I like them and the good things they do and represent. (I am a "Cold War Veteran", not a Veteran of a Foreign War, so I'm exempt from membership.) </div>
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<br /><div>Fair winds and following seas...
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<br /><div>Stephen Kappesser </div>
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<br /><div>WEBLOGS:<a href="http://sandypondmemories.blogspot.com/">http://sandypondmemories.blogspot.com/</a>
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<br /><em>To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under Heaven... Ecclesiates 3:1
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<br />Stephenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05183065354376386281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524821251334708402.post-45106385455241954322009-06-13T06:04:00.030-04:002009-06-17T23:06:57.810-04:00SCCSThis Web Log is dedicated to memories of Sandy Pond where I grew up (a little). I need to make sure my children and grandchildren can read about my memories.<br /><br /><br /><br />If you were a local resident, Sandy Pond is of course intricately linked to Sandy Creek, where some folks seem to think of the Pond as a wonderful oasis to play and relax, but other folks think of it as a decadent playground for affluent summer residents and vacationers (umm, not that there's anything WRONG with that!)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />If you are not familiar with SCCS, here's an info-mercial:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>Number in my graduating class (1972): 63 </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_UKcOuHw7lCmbFSdgjzTPvlorFCzQ5MLOVUtehjd81UZXcAhghz0rxLHnKArKFFGJoueOnJkujkXLrlVG4jsvkZfVq3nFHCEya8upzqNHKW9NGcv7bN2Ld1hgR3dVkbMCjbBsEGGeGx4Z/s1600-h/scan0032.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 605px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 738px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348476064240717458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_UKcOuHw7lCmbFSdgjzTPvlorFCzQ5MLOVUtehjd81UZXcAhghz0rxLHnKArKFFGJoueOnJkujkXLrlVG4jsvkZfVq3nFHCEya8upzqNHKW9NGcv7bN2Ld1hgR3dVkbMCjbBsEGGeGx4Z/s400/scan0032.jpg" /></a> [I and brother Kip appear in the photo at the top of this yearbook page (second row left-most)...in an abnormal display of recognition, Kip "tapped" me during my induction ceremony into the National Honor Society.]<br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>You had the same classmates from Kindergarten through your Senior year. By the time you all graduated you knew everybody, in detail. </div><br /><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwL-dO3Q1-PiIUTNVc9cakPI1gGTkK3PiALHinspb-8BsVnsqaorrmOSy8y0x681z7lmjSu6jcrkOiBWcsUeTmtYgyGqU_0GiDoygMtvw_Mg3Kw1WNaiaKeMYviUgNB1R0GsF_fXa9g504/s1600-h/scan0037.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 567px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348476053088729954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwL-dO3Q1-PiIUTNVc9cakPI1gGTkK3PiALHinspb-8BsVnsqaorrmOSy8y0x681z7lmjSu6jcrkOiBWcsUeTmtYgyGqU_0GiDoygMtvw_Mg3Kw1WNaiaKeMYviUgNB1R0GsF_fXa9g504/s400/scan0037.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>School started after labor day and ended mid-June with no penalties for snow days.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYp-qqOzJoQKRBvse6HMicOEe0MR5GT4htB8W02scsBVtDBNbFYTUCOzGoJasjFMzQIxQwpgN8gS4svFqgiu-U9RLX0eW0ndtKHJnTQaDz0d55NZHEQYsyRM9FK3XIcHcht-ufcw7aZGaB/s1600-h/scan0034.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348476051446380466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYp-qqOzJoQKRBvse6HMicOEe0MR5GT4htB8W02scsBVtDBNbFYTUCOzGoJasjFMzQIxQwpgN8gS4svFqgiu-U9RLX0eW0ndtKHJnTQaDz0d55NZHEQYsyRM9FK3XIcHcht-ufcw7aZGaB/s400/scan0034.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><br />Children from Osceola, Redfield, Greenboro, Orwell, Smartville, Lacona, Sandy Creek, and Sandy Pond attended SCCS. Some kids used to ride 30 miles on the bus one way.<br /><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYXOtXex7Z8Q3NPeZKdw-hXT8d3x_MLj-N0XfenVloTI9VYEnh9IyJYSB62iYRmIT2GxfTQyP5PTo2alGzjNlSDVnqUUVkgQTlZSTQsvkj-7qO1Xl-OdSyC_rqncYSh1NdmN_0M4ss5xgo/s1600-h/scan0038.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348216140761466370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYXOtXex7Z8Q3NPeZKdw-hXT8d3x_MLj-N0XfenVloTI9VYEnh9IyJYSB62iYRmIT2GxfTQyP5PTo2alGzjNlSDVnqUUVkgQTlZSTQsvkj-7qO1Xl-OdSyC_rqncYSh1NdmN_0M4ss5xgo/s400/scan0038.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><div>Sandy Creek was famous for it's Wrestling program, and some of the boys took State more than once. </div><br /><div><br />My theory is that because the boys shoveled so much snow during our lake effect winters that they all had abnormally enhanced upper body strength.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 472px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348077297783365250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDa8PuwPgQBfppI4WoHKcz4yErpXvAlLH6LWRFWMyexjr5tAZV4mgg_Yyw-JnpoCay7r1xNSB74cWNZZRxKOPHIo69CEPvdvjzwfC4OuRHFF6dGCiCsiPliJJrrK-9Z346bFyACgdx7u8c/s400/scan0039.jpg" /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The top right photo shows Bill Miller at his best - not a guy to be reckoned with. A few years later one day after several adult beverages at The Lodge Bill mischievously keyed my '64 Falcon in the parking lot one while I watched.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I said "thanks, Bill" and walked away...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I'm not stupid.</div></div><div></div><div><br /> </div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBbbuLJOQ9hNYBAPpFtwvzzHO-Jquq3feRKhZ3C45f4pgUZm3Ms9AzKsnMvFMi1QhIEKSui4Ece01JBN5hoPJtq2Cr-AyNbYgh3cHFBEiaGXMDovqrZhZBCT2tUQwghPC5dqo_TyRSSqyA/s1600-h/scan0035.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 485px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 596px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347842595792819618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBbbuLJOQ9hNYBAPpFtwvzzHO-Jquq3feRKhZ3C45f4pgUZm3Ms9AzKsnMvFMi1QhIEKSui4Ece01JBN5hoPJtq2Cr-AyNbYgh3cHFBEiaGXMDovqrZhZBCT2tUQwghPC5dqo_TyRSSqyA/s400/scan0035.jpg" /></a> It's an honor to note that the forensic psychologist who helped identify the psycho-killer "The Unabomber" was one of our classmates: John Sperbeck. I understand that nationwide he is one of the best at what he does. </div><br /><div>John was honored at the alumni banquet last year, inducted onto the "Wall of Distinction" along with biochemical research scientist Randy Yerden, decorated combat-wounded Marine Corps veteran Joshua Pitcher (who was the subject of many prayers by yours truly and many others during his horrific battle to stay alive afterwards) and James Allen, who I understand is a good man that's deeply involved in government and community service organizations in this area.<br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Heu7xkYkW_bnbGUf6L8H80uKHglKgYRW26ctkPeE4Jbi2XUhBiHd68ry4UkyqJTDw5WJtQv0-22DUjB0O6V7oLC6NFJ24OhE43Y8pzOfw40CPKxWg_Y5CGNyVMFloGaPjFqeXxUZ4lQE/s1600-h/scan0031.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 491px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 620px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347475547725060242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Heu7xkYkW_bnbGUf6L8H80uKHglKgYRW26ctkPeE4Jbi2XUhBiHd68ry4UkyqJTDw5WJtQv0-22DUjB0O6V7oLC6NFJ24OhE43Y8pzOfw40CPKxWg_Y5CGNyVMFloGaPjFqeXxUZ4lQE/s400/scan0031.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> I'm on the back row in the middle. Brother Pete is on the front row second from left. We all really loved the girls' mini-skirts and shorts - they would probably be banned today. Sue Blount and Jill Soule are in fine form in this shot. (I mean that in a good way!)</span><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>We had EASTER Vacation, not "Spring Break", and many of us saw each other in church on Sundays.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSHsFFGMEHL0nCeyWmNFvuBmLgGSzlqnP5jpdu_giGx9oPLygtEMol5fVlcSkeUaOGCGXmhEfoER0H9cM27_R5uTkvfbJJWVGnPyooRc1DVbqQ4PvKQxvBqRzW-fHe-z5vbpazuyVqiy3o/s1600-h/scan0030.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347475544123996706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSHsFFGMEHL0nCeyWmNFvuBmLgGSzlqnP5jpdu_giGx9oPLygtEMol5fVlcSkeUaOGCGXmhEfoER0H9cM27_R5uTkvfbJJWVGnPyooRc1DVbqQ4PvKQxvBqRzW-fHe-z5vbpazuyVqiy3o/s400/scan0030.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Jack Miller, top row on the far right, was one of my favorite teachers. He knew his stuff and didn't take any crap from anybody.</span><br /><br />They did not summarily execute you for flushing a live pyrotechnic device down the commode and blowing a 4 inch hole in the cast-iron soil pipe (I shall not name the perpetrator and it wasn't me...)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlcv-F8jf3ckcvWq3mpHBtkpK0kOCDS_9N2lR39CnV4ku0QFO250JQqUi6cMyC3WYjQELc26EtpsLTbClUYTx18bWw2YRwcoABUydLjvwefQ2qMyQ-LPy2y-ka6m58i0EUeK_5I_2gYMWS/s1600-h/scan0029.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 569px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 696px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347475532995497154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlcv-F8jf3ckcvWq3mpHBtkpK0kOCDS_9N2lR39CnV4ku0QFO250JQqUi6cMyC3WYjQELc26EtpsLTbClUYTx18bWw2YRwcoABUydLjvwefQ2qMyQ-LPy2y-ka6m58i0EUeK_5I_2gYMWS/s400/scan0029.jpg" /></a><br />Once I parked my car in the school parking lot with my shotgun still in the trunk from duck hunting that morning. No big deal at SCCS in those days - - some guys had them displayed in their gun racks in their pick-up trucks...<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJgVmfn2f3s3NX8uOV_tJ9ArGAKQ0iLGbAGZBSDaEkjUUFTrMQMduorz4IOEkzgoejl1b1sghdO0fo-KCaayQp109DeIRhLfhAh6O_vquiOadg0PVi1gwZ8F-X-Jy91R7RI2V086HnLw32/s1600-h/scan0028.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 560px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 677px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347475529601521554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJgVmfn2f3s3NX8uOV_tJ9ArGAKQ0iLGbAGZBSDaEkjUUFTrMQMduorz4IOEkzgoejl1b1sghdO0fo-KCaayQp109DeIRhLfhAh6O_vquiOadg0PVi1gwZ8F-X-Jy91R7RI2V086HnLw32/s400/scan0028.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">My entry on this page of the yearbook is typical of my brand of humor...</span><br /></div><div></div><br /><div>Redfield and Orwell used to have their own small elementary schools.<br /><div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /> </div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiiFRc0LhwlRjW46K4061iV0avPv1e2cUccDQ1DSuoSfdJyIifUD8-qs3HPikfG9Tos_VO0aK3FChDHIXdznQE8TpFB0hNrOpMvPqJVTB_r4NtXtc8aS_fuvYJgudZvkTJoEPtJ528TvHU/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 545px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 661px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346772827656051874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiiFRc0LhwlRjW46K4061iV0avPv1e2cUccDQ1DSuoSfdJyIifUD8-qs3HPikfG9Tos_VO0aK3FChDHIXdznQE8TpFB0hNrOpMvPqJVTB_r4NtXtc8aS_fuvYJgudZvkTJoEPtJ528TvHU/s400/scan0004.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> (If the mid-right photo was in color, you would see that Debbie Steven's legs were pretty blue during this romp.)</span></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div>School would typically close for snow only if it was an active blizzard and the plows could not keep up with it.<br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div>And...In Osceola and Redfield was not unheard of to ride your snowmobile to meet the bus in the morning. Carney Hall told me had to do it once.</div><div></div><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSI9KmJyRfUZHPgC4ap7FnWE8haNpUipx1bomy3XCv4_SrjVrCnuBzjvFGEYbybszkojZmKOcmBqT9ABB0-74Y06iuQ45_zxaYVSpRYIolV3X8GWhM6h67yDDOS_uN3WkakWfjU1yX4k6w/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346772816198620642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSI9KmJyRfUZHPgC4ap7FnWE8haNpUipx1bomy3XCv4_SrjVrCnuBzjvFGEYbybszkojZmKOcmBqT9ABB0-74Y06iuQ45_zxaYVSpRYIolV3X8GWhM6h67yDDOS_uN3WkakWfjU1yX4k6w/s400/scan0005.jpg" /></a> (<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNncwDckVFQES4P8HYrnvKGdXSH_G1gA9dJfRgP7S-abBxfAk5Tjkrm6FdRgOJOdNQtu-QfMcZcqMh4tkd0ohPbGrNpu-divwoDXqmg08_sLKFfr-ElRKgTLLaVeXvVXXHqpT7zo34a0za/s1600-h/scan0007.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346771490777215154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNncwDckVFQES4P8HYrnvKGdXSH_G1gA9dJfRgP7S-abBxfAk5Tjkrm6FdRgOJOdNQtu-QfMcZcqMh4tkd0ohPbGrNpu-divwoDXqmg08_sLKFfr-ElRKgTLLaVeXvVXXHqpT7zo34a0za/s400/scan0007.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> It was OK to pray in school. Or it was OK to look like you were praying in school.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2aPnMqNemgCbCern2iHbME5IiY0II5qicxK__6lWCOObub4c7d8beALVL7JFiYaNYPgI5ZUE2WZ-bFJop1qM9UxlyvzjstZCgrBuoEjVMzMr3jsgNT8P5q_ATqgLT1EAV-sDLCwewLlWe/s1600-h/scan0008.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 599px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 493px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346770708177897874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2aPnMqNemgCbCern2iHbME5IiY0II5qicxK__6lWCOObub4c7d8beALVL7JFiYaNYPgI5ZUE2WZ-bFJop1qM9UxlyvzjstZCgrBuoEjVMzMr3jsgNT8P5q_ATqgLT1EAV-sDLCwewLlWe/s400/scan0008.jpg" /></a> </div>I really should bring my yearbook to the alumni banquet this year and get a few more people to sign it...<br /><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB6Ir8EB4pjoSTShpyOJKgFcm7esYXvLX95nNn9cb4STTJrC6r8Vq9glXDpWrOzawrhL5Z6XqqY_pS9ds5Q6yrsGFp9r0eQ1osiSw0hcyfiMRQLfcLECrzOOfN0AQ56pvwpBf89GHsaWVT/s1600-h/scan0009.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 347px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346768278856681778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB6Ir8EB4pjoSTShpyOJKgFcm7esYXvLX95nNn9cb4STTJrC6r8Vq9glXDpWrOzawrhL5Z6XqqY_pS9ds5Q6yrsGFp9r0eQ1osiSw0hcyfiMRQLfcLECrzOOfN0AQ56pvwpBf89GHsaWVT/s400/scan0009.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">According to last week's Salmon River News, Roxy (Janacek) Ferguson (middle) is still singin' her heart out. Good for you, girl! The girls were probably doing a folk song here, most likely something from Peter Paul and Mary or Bobby Dylan.</span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Stephenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05183065354376386281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524821251334708402.post-80761762639314849692009-06-11T04:12:00.008-04:002009-06-17T21:26:55.154-04:00The Floating Dock at the Bayview<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh14sO5NZxlfJFWkq9f6ynOH_6crmNmr5DrrTTGmfn3LkiKdWJfrfDyJEV-CZPOgjgYiddyw2xpCfKURBAo2HS8HB0jJ8VoTKRiUkseeZ_1B6hFLwR4j9HnxCsh3JDhViNitDO5IIgHOm07/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346003940242932546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh14sO5NZxlfJFWkq9f6ynOH_6crmNmr5DrrTTGmfn3LkiKdWJfrfDyJEV-CZPOgjgYiddyw2xpCfKURBAo2HS8HB0jJ8VoTKRiUkseeZ_1B6hFLwR4j9HnxCsh3JDhViNitDO5IIgHOm07/s400/scan0001.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> (Photo courtesy of Charlene Cole, Sandy Creek Historian - thanks Charlene!)<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Bill Mitchell employed a unique design to his dock at the Bayview back in the 60's. It was a huge wooden platform with dozens of WWII surplus 55 gallon drums affixed to the underside, anchored to the bottom on huge concrete slabs. I loved that dock. As a ten-year-old it was a fascinating thing to walk on because it sank and bobbed and bounced as you walked on it - dipping up and down in the water. When we thought nobody was looking several of us kids would spread out and get her rockin'. Mr. Mitchell caught us doing that one time and gave us hell. He said next time he'd tell my Dad (they were good friends) - then there would be hell-to-pay.<br /><br /><br />We fished off that dock almost every day during the summer, catching mostly sunfish, yellow perch, and little smallmouth bass. Once in a while you would land a "mud puppy", which is a strange looking dark brown slimy salamander-looking creature that is not common knowledge until you catch one.<br /><br /><br />I loved the days that were calm and warm, with the sun glinting back low in the sky at you after supper. Between supper and sunset was the best time to fish off that dock. I can close my eyes now and remember the glorious smell of the exhaust of 2-cycle outboard engines, see the rainbow colors of gasoline decorating the water's surface, and listen to the multiple drones of power boats everywhere. At twilight we would walk towards shore, the distinct fragrance of rotting mooneyes and damp seaweed along the water's edge engulfing us, quickening our pace.<br /><br /><br />This typical calm scene was always accompanied by the infamous Bayview jukebox streaming audio out of the open screened windows on the saloon-side. That old jukebox contained a remarkable assortment of music that appealed almost anybody. Country, Rock-a-Billy, Folk, Pop, Rock, Love Ballads, Big-Band... it was all there - 3 songs for a dime. My favorite was <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bR3K5uB-wMA">Glenn Miller's "In the Mood"</a> because Mr. Mitchell would always crank that one up loud...the older folks usually got up and did a little jitterbugging to Glenn Miller...<br /><br /><br />Once I invited my school-buddies Dan McGraw and Mike Presley to go fishin' with me off the Bayview dock. Being only 12 years old or so, I don't believe they had never been to Sandy Pond before and it seemed to be a real treat for them. Later in life Dan served honorably in the US Air Force (manning Cold War ICBM silos) and Mike became one of the areas BEST stone masons...Gosh, I wish we were there drowning worms again...just for a day would be almost Heaven.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtE-nVXRDiLtpTIcxzw1VvQIrfJEnhJLtFW5OKFW9_zK13X47Knk1VsaLhnS2nd-fNXBcPNngaKoNem8XYl0KANCz_1MU6l3kBFDYc99XxjXMwtzTdkMvB3pGl4A-WmimAZ5vpwb0uV-J5/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346003013065383938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtE-nVXRDiLtpTIcxzw1VvQIrfJEnhJLtFW5OKFW9_zK13X47Knk1VsaLhnS2nd-fNXBcPNngaKoNem8XYl0KANCz_1MU6l3kBFDYc99XxjXMwtzTdkMvB3pGl4A-WmimAZ5vpwb0uV-J5/s400/scan0003.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div>Stephenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05183065354376386281noreply@blogger.com3