Where the hell have you taken me and how do we get back??
Where the water if falling and the teenagers are floating....
Its good to see that some things never change.
This is Mom's little house in the woods.
This is Mom's next door neighbor.
The bears live next door on the other side. They were out of town for the holiday weekend, and there was a creepy little girl trying to break into their house but we ran her off.
Always pays to be on the good side of the bears.
This is the Central Park Hotel.
Where we had 2 of the most wonderful meals I have ever eaten, bar none, anywhere.
Scallops the size of 1/2 in. thick silver dollars and spinach with garlic that was the best we have eaten since Florence Italy.
Who'd a thunk it??
The Central Park used to belong to Bruce's Aunt Ethel one of Mom's 14 siblings and Uncle Bunt. I have heard many stories of the summers after summers when Bruce and his Sister Maria and Big brother Phil were sent off into slavery to work dawn to dusk for the rare 25 cents in spending money.
Toting barges, lifting bales, My Arse!!!
A general store with an extensive penny candy counter right across the road.
Uncle Bunts belief that a kid with a quarter in his pocket was less likely to develop sticky fingers. More waterfalls that fell in swimming holes than I could count. More little spots where some brave soul had shinnied up a tree and tied a Tarzan rope to make more impressive entrances into the crystal clear, cold water coming down out of the mountains.
Red Rock Mountain available for climbing and exploring just minutes away, where brave young jungle men could swing across gorges on long supple vines.
Hey Phil, how long did the cast stay on your arm?
Times were so bad as a kid in Central that as an Adult Bruce bought his first house there. He bought it from Aunt Ethel for $2000.
It as since been renovated.
Good times, good food and many new memories and stories.
But its time to travel again.
Back at the Harrisburg Station, thank you Maria for chauffering us.
Thank you Mom for putting us up, and putting up with us.
Thank you Central Park Hotel for this brand new 8 pounds.
Wanda is still saying prayers of thanks for having escaped the bears.
And we are off again........
Who'd a thunk it??
The Central Park used to belong to Bruce's Aunt Ethel one of Mom's 14 siblings and Uncle Bunt. I have heard many stories of the summers after summers when Bruce and his Sister Maria and Big brother Phil were sent off into slavery to work dawn to dusk for the rare 25 cents in spending money.
Toting barges, lifting bales, My Arse!!!
A general store with an extensive penny candy counter right across the road.
Uncle Bunts belief that a kid with a quarter in his pocket was less likely to develop sticky fingers. More waterfalls that fell in swimming holes than I could count. More little spots where some brave soul had shinnied up a tree and tied a Tarzan rope to make more impressive entrances into the crystal clear, cold water coming down out of the mountains.
Red Rock Mountain available for climbing and exploring just minutes away, where brave young jungle men could swing across gorges on long supple vines.
Hey Phil, how long did the cast stay on your arm?
Times were so bad as a kid in Central that as an Adult Bruce bought his first house there. He bought it from Aunt Ethel for $2000.
It as since been renovated.
Good times, good food and many new memories and stories.
But its time to travel again.
Back at the Harrisburg Station, thank you Maria for chauffering us.
Thank you Mom for putting us up, and putting up with us.
Thank you Central Park Hotel for this brand new 8 pounds.
Wanda is still saying prayers of thanks for having escaped the bears.
And we are off again........
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