Showing posts with label Pennsylvania. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pennsylvania. Show all posts

Thursday, April 4, 2024

Stick Season



In the lovely state of Vermont there is a celebration of what local inhabitants call stick season. This "fifth season" of each year fits sometime between late October and the first serous snows of December. It begins after the leaves fall and is celebrated as a quiet time to relax and prepare a bit for winter without all the summer visitors and autumn foliage viewing, camera toting tourists. It is a time to breathe before the skiers and other winter sports people invade as they tend to do. I learned this interesting tidbit from my son, who used to live in Rutland, Vermont where he worked at the nearby Killington Ski Resort. Yes ... he was big into skiing at that time and the stick thing is just one of the interesting tidbits he has learned along his way. It came to mind recently when he heard a song by Noah Kahan about Stick Season and he shared all this info with me when there was a lull in the conversation when he was visiting recently.  Anyway ...

In Pennsylvania I suggest that stick season is the early days of spring, like right now,  when you discover what has been forced to the ground after a winter of blustering winds and the temporary cover of snow. This year, sticks are prevalent - maybe more than usual. I can't help but notice, on my way to the mailbox at the road, that even the newly emerged earth worms are having to crawl around and over them on their way to wherever it is that they go while they are above ground. It must be annoying for them.  It is sort of annoying for me as I try to avoid stepping on them, but I do enjoy the annual picking up of sticks for some reason. I pick them up one by one using muscles I have not used since the last stick season and pay for that later with muscle ouchies and what I call "the good tired" at the end of a working outside type day.  I burn some of the sticks, cut some and save it for firewood and just roll some of the "too big to handle" ones off to the side to deal with later or never. Some of my neighbors have already told me that they have enough firepit wood for the season and not to share with them again this year.  My sticks apparently are similar to the annual sharing of extra zucchini squash from an over abundant harvest of an over productive garden. If you live around here, you know how that can be. We tend to be zucchini rich and we like to share. 

Ah Spring -- the time of sticks, kite flying, tax preparation, and digging out your guide to surviving pot holes.

One more thing....  Can anyone else smell the worms when they first appear in these early days?  Just curious...

Thursday, May 13, 2021

Part V: "Unexplainable, but interesting..."

 

Hoping to discover something that will explain the unexplainable…

The research into my small parcel of land began with my contacting a clerk at the office of the Recorder of Deeds of Erie County, Pennsylvania (recorder@eriecounty.PA.gov).  The clerk I reached was most efficient and helpful – sending me, for a small fee, 39 pages of deed information on the landowners through time as far back as 1874.  I then took the landowners’ names and moved to the United States Census records available on Ancestry.com. These records, although at times sketchy and somewhat hard to follow, do indicate names, occupations, etc. There were other difficulties in this research process as well. For example, the 1890 Census of this area was totally destroyed by fire. There was also courthouse fire that destroyed all books, papers and land records of Erie Country before March 23, 1823. I was able to discover, however, that few of the land owners after1823 actually lived on what is now my land.  I have no way of knowing about inhabitants before that.  It was, as far as I can tell, land used solely for business. The owners’ occupations vary.

One landowner is listed as a florist, nurseryman, garden market farmer (1874); the next was a carpenter who passed the land onto heirs who sold it in 1922.  For a short time after that, the land was owned by a butcher and meat marketer which explains the ominous looking equipment in my little red barn which was originally a slaughter house apparently. An electrician and then a Christmas tree farmer/furniture store owner follow – thus explaining the boxes of receipts in the attic of the little red barn.  From that point on was my Dad who, was a car dealer, but liked also to think of himself as a gentleman farmer - owning and pasturing horses and cows on the property.  (His cousins owned a livestock auction and he would summer cows, feeding them well, until they were ready to become milking stock on dairy farms.  The horses were for fun.  He rode them until he could not, and then he enjoyed watching them.)

From what I have been able to determine, there was no home on the property until it was purchased by Lloyd (Dutch) Meerdink and his wife, Gerry, in1947.  (I am thinking that many of my local readers will remember the Meerdinks fondly.) Dutch and Gerry converted the milk house in front of the large barn into a home by adding a huge addition.  In addition, they had a nice furniture store in the upstairs of the large barn there, and also a Christmas tree farm in what is now just pasture land and the land on which my home was built in 2001.  My Dad and Mom purchased the land and home from the Meerdinks in 1969 – adding yet another addition to the original milk house and having a basement dug under part of the house.  What a mess that was.   A fun side note … for years after they purchased the land, my Dad would hang three hand saws on the fence and let people cut their own "untrimmed" Christmas Trees for a couple of dollars which buyers would deposit in a mailbox that he had attached to the fence near the saws. It was an “honor system” that worked flawlessly.  Although I was in college by this time, when I was home for the Christmas break, I do remember families trudging through the snow to find a tree.  What used to be used as a furniture store in the upstairs of the large barn, my parents converted into a party barn complete with a bar, bumper pool, ping pong table, table shuffleboard, television, and even a bathroom that my mom decorated to look like an outhouse.  They did love to host barn parties.  My sister and I sold a small portion of the land, the large barn and home to the current owners a year or so after my parents had passed. And – so ends a sweeping summary of the usage of the land as far back as I could go with the early records available.

As interesting as the landowner deeds are, I did not find anything in the landowner history that might explain unusual happenings on seemingly haunted land.  I then contacted eriecountyhistory.org.    The only helpful thing they offered was the detail that they had no records of settlement of the Wayne Twp. area any earlier than 1795.  There is, of course, a lot of information on the Waterford area being so significantly historical and on the city of Erie.  I may make an appointment to visit their archives at some point – post the damncovid.

So it was that after sorting through deeds and census records, I began to research maps, personal journals of people who lived in the area throughout time as well as other online historical information.  It is there that I found very interesting tidbits of information with potential for forming theories about the haunted land. More on the maps, personal journals and online historical accounts to come… some of the info is rather amazing… especially the information on the Andaste tribe of Native Americans …. (I have learned a lot in this process.)

 

Note:  After contacting one of their nieces, (Hi, Paula …) I may have more information to add to that of the Meerdinks.  Apparently at some point, there was a small cabin on the land as well.  It would have been located on the eastern edge of the property as best as I can tell. It disappeared sometime between 1947 and 1969 - perhaps when the Hillcrest Drive area was developed. There is nothing remaining today to indicate its existence, but at some point, maybe I will be able to find a photo or something.  Hope you all find this as interesting as I do.  It is just one small bit of history of what is now known as Northwestern Pennsylvania, but is packed with the untold stories of many. I am thinking that is the case with all land ... not just in Wayne Twp., Erie County, Pennsylvania , but ... throughout the world. 

Next week:  the conclusion of “Unexplainable, but interesting…”

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

We came. We saw. We conquered.


Attention Corry High School Class of 1967:  This blog, entitled "We came. We saw. We conquered." is a follow-up to the pre-reunion blog posted in April that was entitled "We're back...".  It is about us and about all who gather together to reminisce about a shared time. 


It is hard to believe that the weekend of our 50th reunion is over. The celebration went so quickly -- not enough time really... and now here I am settling back into my normal routine as many others are still traveling back from whence they came to begin again where they left off.

How lovely is was to take a short break from today's agenda and tomorrow's concerns, and to just revisit the past for a few hours.  What a gift to share old stories, some that had been forgotten, others that were delightfully embellished. It seems that a reunion like this is not so much about what you may or may not have accomplished but about what happened or maybe did not happen in times shared a long time ago.  Nice.

Our 50th reunion was a success on many levels. Always an impressive group, the Class of '67 won first place in the Corry Fest parade as well as all the important trophies at the 143rd Annual Alumni banquet. More importantly though... it was just great fun seeing and sharing time with friends and acquaintances.  People came back to Corry from all over the place and bonded in their struggles to hear while the music was playing and to read the "not so fine print" on name tags that included a copy of each Senior Picture. (Good grief, did we really look so young then?) Once again, we overcame challenges and figured it out. Even fifty years down the road we are a creative and industrious group.

People get older, but true friendships do not age. They are preserved in time just waiting to live again. The thing is though... there is another important aspect of a gathering like this. It affords the chance to get to talk with classmates you never really knew very well and now wish you had. The class of '67 is filled with interesting people.  I just wish I had had the chance to talk with everyone.  Maybe next time.

We were back in full force.  We came. We saw. We conquered.  It is what we do.


Finally -- I must mention that I cannot take credit for thinking of the idea of writing a post 50th reunion blog. That idea came from a supportive friend -- also a survivor of the CAHS Class of 1967. I told her that I would not mention names in this post reunion blog, and am keeping my word (sort of... Thanks Linda of pirate fame!  Argh....) I know I am not alone in offering an enormous Thank You to you and to those who worked so hard to make this gathering possible.