Joe Genco, the Press editor, asked for bit of info as to where this writer was hatched.
My parents married on November 11, 1918, an easy day to remember for history buffs. I assure you they had a well-planned wedding schedule, but all was in a hubbub on Armistice Day at the end of World War I. By the ‘20s they had moved to Syracuse and dad worked at the Halcomb Works which later became the Crucible Steel Company.
They particularly liked outings on the Erie Canal in a canoe. Dad said you could just hang onto a barge and slide along at the pace of the mules pulling the barge. If our fuel costs continue to rise, mules would be a good answer. However, I don’t know where we can find young boys to lead the mules along the canal path from Albany to Buffalo.
My grandmother once arrived while the family was on the canal and got very miffed that she couldn’t find her daughter and grandchildren. She helped my dad buy some land on the west side of Skaneateles Lake in 1922 so that she could find them when she arranged to take a trip to Syracuse.
She was a young widow who was left with a 36-room three-floor double-house at 93 Fairfield Ave. in Bridgeport, Conn. She ran it as a boarding house until she died in 1953. The family side of the house was quite elegant with curly maple woodwork. The rental side was a bit plainer. I don’t know how my grandfather prospered, but I have seen pictures of the interior of one of the dairy bars he owned and it looked quite spiffy. With income and no income tax, a businessman could obviously do well in those days. Aunt Sue, Uncle Bill, and Uncle Ray all attended college. Bill and Ray arrived in Syracuse on the train with a tag that had mom’s address on it and they were housed and fed by my family until they graduated from Syracuse University.