"Yours Truly" at age 2.....playing with rocks and a pail while my Dad
was building our home.
THE HOUSE MY DAD BUILT...taken about 1955.
I WAS VERY LUCKY TO GROW UP IN SUCH A WONDERFUL ENVIRONMENT. IN THOSE DAYS, CHILDREN WERE FREE TO BE JUST THAT.......CHILDREN....WITH VERY LITTLE, OR NO TELEVISION...AND PLENTY OF TIME TO USE THEIR IMAGINATION, ROAM THE OUTDOOR WORLD, AND LIVE IN A MARVELOUS FANTASY WORLD WITHOUT CARES...JUST WONDERFUL DAYS...SPENT PURSUING HOBBIES, TAKING CARE OF PETS, CATCHING FIREFLIES TO PUT IN JARS AND USE AS "LANTERNS" IN THE BEDROOM AT NIGHT, EXPLORING THE FIELDS AND WOODS, AND LEARNING OF THE WAYS OF WILD ANIMALS...(IN MY CASE, I WAS PARTICULARLY FASCINATED WITH SNAKES!
Um, the "snake" part may be hard to believe when you see this picture
of me at my First Holy Communion!! Actually, at other times, I was
quite the tomboy!!
My First Holy Communion
at age 6
Candy...a.k.a.. Katrinka....a.k.a.....Cat.....
I'D LIKE TO DEDICATE THIS PAGE TO MY MOTHER
AND FATHER
WHO TRULY MADE MY CHILDHOOD A PARADISE!!
MY MOTHER LEFT THIS EARTH FOR HEAVEN SEVERAL YEARS AGO, BUT I
WOULD LIKE TO FEATURE ONE OF THE MANY POEMS SHE WROTE.
MY MOTHER HAD A GREAT IMPACT ON ME....AND MY LOVE OF
NATURE, THE GREAT OUTDOORS, ANIMALS, MY LOVE FOR
WRITING AND TELLING CHILDREN STORIES OF MY OWN
CHILDHOOD ADVENTURES SURELY CAME FROM HER INFLUENCE ON ME.
MY MOTHER OFTEN WROTE SHORT POEMS...ESPECIALLY ABOUT NATURE, POEMS
OF OUR
HOME IN THE COUNTRY, AND EVEN A POEM ABOUT OUR CHRISTMAS TREE !!
I'D LIKE TO TAKE THIS SPACE TO INCLUDE ONE OF HER POEMS FOR YOUR ENJOYMENT.
WHISPERING PINE
Oh, whispering pine, just what do you say,
As you nod and you shake by night and by day.
Are you telling us tales of things you have seen
As you stand there so stately, so tall and green?
You maybe are telling about red and grey squirrels
That chatter and dance like a roomful of girls.
They hide winter nuts in the old hollow log
You see them scamper inside when they are chased by a dog.
I guess you could tattle about crows eating corn,
Or where the hen stole her nest in the cool of the morn
About bunny eating clover so fresh and so green
How he hurries along and seldom is seen.
I'm sure you could tell about old tabby cat...
How she sleeps in your shade after teasing a rat.
A garter curled cozy down near your trunk,
And the unpleasant odor of a black and white skunk.
The boy of the farm after he's been fishin',
Rests in your shade just dreamin' and wishin'.
You could tell about rain and hail coming down from the sky,
Quenching the thirst of the soil parched and dry.
All these things you've seen, 'tis true,
But you are contented with sun and dew.
You never asked for a voice with which to complain.....
Just stand real erect in wind, snow, or rain.
I'd also like to dedicate this page to my dog, Jan...who passed away
many years ago. I had a very special dog in my early childhood...named
"Tillie" who was like a sister to me. When I was 14, she passed on.....and
Dad and I soon picked a new puppy which was to be mine to raise. We found
her at our local humane society...and she turned into a marvelous dog...my
best friend and confidante. In fact, she moved with me when I married...and
lived to be about 13 in dog years. I have had many dogs since then, but
Jan shall always live on in my memory. Her picture...the same one that
you see here.....hangs on the wall of my parlor.
I will also be covering Binghamton, New York history along with old
photos as it is my hometown . So stay tuned!
There will be more on Binghamton and its history.....including pictures of the horrible flood of the 30's, photos of Ross Park around 1911, plus pictures of the "Parlor City" in the late 1800's. Come back and visit often!!
Please drop me a line and let me know what else you'd like featured on this page!