I was very glad to see that my ramblings about the lake, Lemon, and whatever causes my head to snap around is remaining in our newspaper. I read the new columns last week and found them very interesting. I especially like the Troutman. Here is a man who has lived in places and done many of the things I imagined I would like to have done, but never fitted it into my life.
Having had two new hips and two new knees, I've had lots of dancing with physical therapists and I'll certainly hang on every word in Dr. Kraatz’s articles.
The Memorial Day weekend always brings forth the arrival of my sister’s children from Albany and Maryland to clean up and open the “Pump House”. The family summer home was formerly the site of the boiler and steam-driven pump of the old Skaneateles Water Company. Later, as part of “The Great Water Steal” by the City of Syracuse, the village was provided with a water source and the village became the provider of water for the village.
The Wiles family eventually acquired the bankrupt Water Company property and tore down a large part of the massive brick smokestack. They used the bricks to build an addition on the south end that became the dining room and additional bedrooms upstairs. We often provide a hot dog and hamburger feeding for about 14 to 16 people, as my resident children and grands like to hook-up with their cousins from elsewhere.
My nephew Luke arrived with a rescue puppy, about four-to-five months old, named London. He is smooth-coated gray, with a slightly mashed face. Luke claimed some three or four possibilities for his blood lines. However, London was the hit of the party as far as Mr. Lemon was concerned — someone to romp with, who smelled great with no aura of adult dog. The wrestling was on.