The Adirondack Museum
Today I relived a little childhood. I took my daughter, son and his wife and 4 grandchildren to the Adirondack Museum. It did rain off and on, but isn’t that what vacation and “roughing it” are all about. (I know my daughter Amy talks about glamping, but I have not wrapped my brain around the whole concept. On the other hand I am not looking for a new book on going to the bathroom in the wilderness!) Continue reading A Trip To The Adirondack Museum
Yesterday I had the amazing opportunity to share with my children the lake where many of my childhood summers were spent. Indian Lake in the heart of the Adirondacks.
I rented a party boat for the day. I set up three shifts and I was able to do the tour guide bit. As I drove past places like The Lake Store, the marina, islands I had camped on and places I had fished I was passing off a bit of my history, a piece of my legacy to my children and their children. Continue reading Why Write You Ask?
Yesterday I made a visit to a marina here on Indian Lake. (The only marina here!) As I spoke to Bob, I thought it has been a hundred years since I was here last. I was a teenager. My parents were contemplating purchasing it.
My parents and I were camping on an island and each day we would head to the marina to fill tanks for another day of water skiing, fishing and getting to where we needed to be. Continue reading Keep Your Eye On The Bobber!
In the early 90’s I worked for a company, traveling about New England. Each day, I awoke early (4:30) and would get ready for the day. At 5:30 I would speak to my boss. And by 6, I was out the door. I loved travel. I loved the people. Continue reading Where Are We? A Time With Friends
I always looked forward to summer vacation’s as a kid because it meant three things :
1. No school !
2. The ice truck would around the neighborhood for the summer.
3. My Family and I would to Funtown/Splashtown and Old Orchard beach/ Palace Playland . Continue reading Summer Vacation In Maine
Summer seemed to permeate every inch of everything in those 24 hours; fireflies danced and hummed, the humidity kissed our skin and the wonderful feeling of magic hung in the air. It didn’t matter in my youth that we didn’t know each other well, in fact it was the first time of prolonged conversation. The three amigos were hanging out in the camper because sleepovers were always more fun there even when it was parked on the lawn. Continue reading My Best Friend – Lydia Cooper
Spongebob on a stick, patriotic colored popsicles, hood cups, creamsicles, peanut butter swirl and pistachio. Flavors of my life. My childhood experience was immersed in food and ice cream was no exception! Around here there are so many places to get ice cream and people judge your character based on your favorite place to get ice cream. Needless to say New Hampshire natives take ice cream seriously and are certainly passionate about every aspect of the delicious stuff. Continue reading Ice Cream, You Scream!
Every one is influenced by someone. (Perhaps more than one.) The question is, who was yours. What person caused your life to get better? Changed you from going off the path to get back on it.
Was it a parent? A teacher? A friend? A business person? Who? Continue reading Influential People In Your Life
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When I was child there were ice cream parlors, Dari Queens and Howard Johnsons. (Not like now. Where every fast food place has self serve. Yuck.)
My dad would often travel to see his brother in the Berkshires. He would go out Route 22 in New York to a restaurant he went to all the time. He had worked with the man. Tudge’s Resturant. My dad would stop at Tudge’s before we went to see his brother who worked at The Berkshire School For Boys in Sheffield, Massachusetts. Continue reading Ice Cream With Pop
