Friday, March 13, 2009

East Side

How many of you remember Old Stone Hwy. as it was called in more recent times was actually called East Side Hwy. in the old days? And all of the area in and around the Accabonac cemetery was actually called Green River? As I was told by my Father, Green River got it's name because a residence of the area visited a place in the mid-west that was called Green River and it reminded him so of East Side that when he returned he renamed it Green River. It only stuck with a few my father being one of them. It was a wonderful place to grow up as a young boy.

Surrounded by harbors, bays, fertile farmland, and swamp, it certainly gave a young man with an vast imagination plenty of opportunity to get into trouble. And I did with my best friend, my dog. I would follow that dog no matter where he went. You would think it would be the other way around but giving that I was only seven or eight at the time I had a great interest in what and where he (Skippy) was going and doing. If he stopped and drank from a mud puddle I would do the same. If he went to the swamp or ventured to Dubby's Landing for a swim I would tag along and do the same. Short of my parents thinking that I was lost, We never was suspected of being missing. Of course in those days there wasn't a lot of sick and deranged people running around snatching kids either nor a lot of 'outsiders' moving in. Those days the town was not interested in luring outsiders to move there. Skip and I could walk the road for hours on end and never see an automobile. Most roads back then were dirt. There were trails through the woods that presumably were created by the local Indians back in the day and we would walk those trails for hours.

One day we came upon a deer family.... it was probably the most exciting outing that I can remember but I am sure I will think of others.

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