My brother, sister and I grew up in the tiny town of Hannibal, New York. My father was the town pharmacist and my mom helped out in the store as did each of us kids in turn as we grew up. The town marked the intersection of five roads and was - in the earliest days I can recall - a retail center where area farmers could buy lumber, feed and teat dilators. At a point in the 1960s a highway was built which skirted the town and things got very, very quiet. Most of the time that I lived there I was very unhappy. I was different from all the other kids and they let me know it at every possible opportunity.
But we won't dwell on that at the moment. My parents took hundreds of slides during those years. We took an annual summer family vacation and my mother always had her camera to hand although she tended to take photos of scenery or famous landmarks - without people in them. Landmarks are nice, but it's more fun to look back on the photos from family gatherings or just day-to-day happenings. My sister has been sorting thru the hundreds of slides that my mom had kept and she recently sent me a batch which I've had printed and scanned. Click on the images to enlarge.
We lived in the snow belt, right off Lake Ontario. Every winter we would have several 'snow days' when school was canceled. It was probably on one such day that the above photo was taken; not having to go to school would always make me happy because 1) I hated school and 2) I could stay home and listen to opera all day, as soon as I finished shoveling the snow. One winter there was no school for two solid weeks; we didn't even bother to get up in the morning and check the radio for closing announcements. Our school was in a centralized district of many secondary roads and often they would be plowed one day only to be filled in the following night by the next blizzard sweeping in off the Lake.
Driving. Yes, I love to drive. Once I drove alone from Houston, Texas to Syracuse. I loved every minute of that trip and I'll never forget it. When I was in college (or rather, supposed to be) I never went to class: I drove all over the countryside for hours and often ended up at the beach in the off-season walking around on my own. I really miss driving but it seems pointless to own a car while living in Manhattan.
Sundays with the cousins. My mom and dad each had one sister; the McFarlands on my fathers side lived nearby but the Hubers lived in Naples, NY about eighty miles from Hannibal. One Sunday a month the Hubers would come to see us in Hannibal or we would all go to Naples for a big dinner (above). My Aunt Joy worked as a secretary for the Widmer's Wine Cellars for many years. Because my parents were teetotalers, we were never allowed samples.
During the 1960s you could really feel the influence of the Beatles, even in the hinterlands.