When I was a little girl we learned about the Pilgrims and the Native Americans with stories about the hard winters and bountiful summers. Of course, we would decorate pumpkins and make costumes representing the Native Americans and the Pilgrims.
Our front porch is a wonderful place to get a little quiet time, read, or just watch traffic. As I sit on the porch, on a warm fall day, I can enjoy all of the cars and trucks while making up stories about the people passing by and where they may be going in their travels. I ask myself, are they going to the overlook at Thatcher Park?
On Monday, Oct. 20, my granddaughter, Kassi Neal, had the day off and we spent it together at my house. My daughter, Marcia Pangburn, called and told me her lawyer, Louis Oliver called, and she had to appear in the Berne court the next day.
I had two doctors’ appointments planned so I had to change one.
Prior to becoming a stay at home mother, I worked on Elk St. in Albany. In the morning, on my way to work, I drove past the Freihofer Bakery and was tantalized by the wonderful aroma wafting through the air of their fresh baked bread.