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Goin' to the Fishing Hole--July 1957--Dan Kinsella, Christine Emhof, Sue Kinsella

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Memories of Springs Past By Harold Spencer, Jr.


Another essay from our Carson Cousin—Harold’s grandmother was Anna Carson Spencer, sister to our Emma Carson Taylor

Aaaaahhhh, Spring - time to go trout fishing. There’s a little trout stream that runs through the middle of the village of Springville, NY running under the stores in the downtown section of the business district. Named (of course) Spring Brook, it’s a creek in which all the boys in town fished at one time or another.


Harold Spencer, Jr. with creel, Cousin Liol Washburn with can of worms,
 friend David with fishing rod circa 1942


Trout season, in early days when we were kids, opened at daybreak the second Saturday in April. Nowadays, it’s open all year long. Since cousin Liol (Washburn) and I lived close by the creek, it was a natural that we would go fishing as soon as the season opened, sometimes even while there was still snow on the ground, and ice on the creek. But we always had a good time, as cold as it was. We then fished through the summer months until we were in high school. Later, other matters and interests took precedence over fishing. We continued to fish that creek into high school days, but Liol found greater interest in sports: football, basketball and baseball. Being short, and lightweight, yours truly found it difficult to compete in those sports, so my interests stayed with the outdoors: hunting, fishing, hiking and Boy Scout activities.

Rainbow trout season in New York opened on April 1 each year. A close friend from high school had acquired an older model car. About 1950 we decided we’d make a trip to the Finger Lakes for the opening of the rainbow season. We’d try our luck at fishing the larger fish supposed to be in those creeks. It nearly turned into a fiasco, since it snowed hard, it was very cold, and the creek at Hammondsport was shoulder to shoulder with fishermen. And we never caught a fish. In addition - the heater and defroster in the old car didn’t work. By the time we got home, we were nearly frozen, and starving, since we didn’t think about food when we left Springville.

Spring Brook rises from a swamp close to the hamlet of East Concord (NY), north of Springville. It runs south through the village, and empties into Cattaraugus Creek, which forms the boundary between Erie County and Cattaraugus County. The Cattaraugus flows westerly and empties into Lake Erie. As young kids, (and I mean my cousin Liol and our friends from our class at school) we would explore the length of the creek from the East Concord swamp to the village of Springville. Rarely did we venture along the creek south of the village.

We all had our favorite spots for fishing, for hunting snapping turtles in an abandoned ice pond close to the village, and a deeper section of creek, hidden in a large patch of brush, where we could go skinny-dipping on a hot summer afternoon. Only problem with swimming in the creek: it (the creek) ran through a pasture upstream from our swimming hole, and if it was hot enough, the cows in the pasture would stand in the creek to cool their udders, and during their cooling off period, would do their natural business in the creek, Well, that stuff eventually reached our swimming hole, so out of the water everyone, until the ‘danger” passed. Then it was back to swimming. Our creek--even in winter, we knew where it was safe to cross on the ice.


Harold Spencer Jr. on the right, buddy David on the left--1942

Years ago the State Conservation Department (now named the Department of Environmental Conservation - DEC) would stock trout in Spring Brook at three or four sites along its length north of the village. This happened usually sometime in the spring. In the 1970s they decided to forego replenishing the stocks of trout in the creek. It appears the fish biologists, after testing the creek and the naturally occurring fish, decided that it was a waste of time and money to replenish the fish year after year. I think the fishing pressure from humans has lessened considerably in recent years, so there is not the demand for more fish from this creek. Today, there does not appear to be much water left in the creek either, perhaps due to the number of houses built in recent years in the area of the creek between East Concord and Springville. Since we were kids, there were one or two farms in the area adjacent to the creek. Today I estimate there are 15 or 20 new houses built in the area. And each house has a well, drawing water from the ground, which in the past went into the creek.

And it’s all progress, good or bad, depending upon one’s viewpoint. Kinda glad I’m not a kid today.

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Waterloo's 2015 Memorial Day Parade, by Jack Kinsella



Uncle Jack did a write up of this year’s Memorial Day Parade in Waterloo, NY. While the next town over from Waterloo –Seneca Falls—is renowned for being the inspiration behind It’s A Wonderful Life’s town of Bedford Falls, Waterloo has an important distinction of its own—The Birthplace of Memorial Day.


Waterloo held the first formal, village wide, annual observance of a day dedicated to honoring the war dead. On May 5, 1866, the Village was decorated with flags at half mast, draped with evergreens and mourning black. Veterans, civic societies and residents marched to the three village cemeteries. 

One hundred years later, on May 26, 1966, President Lyndon B. Johnson, signed a Presidential Proclamation recognizing Waterloo as the Birthplace of Memorial Day.


Aunt CB, Jill, Ann, Dennis


Nowadays, Waterloo’s Memorial Day Extravaganza is a three day event complete with musical groups, an antique car show, a 5k run, and a pizza eating contest, as well as the Parade itself.
Dad writes:

It has been over 50 years since I attended a Waterloo Memorial Day Parade and since I attended it this year, I thought I should write up details about it.  Jim is a member of the Sons of the American Revolution and since they were marching in the parade this year, he and his two daughters decided to march along with them. He and Jill asked us if we wanted to join them as they drove to Waterloo, and, of course, we said yes.


 The parade formed at Clark and Williams, just a few steps from 16 Clark St (
editor—what a coincidence—16 Clark Street is the house Dad grew up in. Therefore, this is one of the few corners in Waterloo I can picture!). The parade route was to march over to Main St, then up Main past the four corners and end at Lafayette Park (right next to my old Waterloo High School).



 The first questions were, where to park the car and where to sit to watch the parade? CB’s niece, Ann Taylor Catherman, lives directly across from the old Waterloo High School and she told us we could park at her house.  So Jill dropped CB and me (with 3 chairs) off on Main St. right near where the parade was to end (in front of the Genung Funeral Home --
editor—we attended many funerals at Genungs, including the funeral where we kids broke away and opened the back building to get a look at the naked embalmed body of George ‘Bill’ Bailey. Embalmed since 1899, he was a sight to behold that I still clearly see with his long fingernails and skin the color of tea. Fortunately for Bill, Waterloo finally buried him in 1971).


 She then took Jim and the girls to the starting off place and then drove back up Main to Ann’s house and parked the car. She then walked back a block and joined us. Mission Accomplished!! So there we sat at the very end of the parade and had a beautiful view of the whole event.
When the parade was over, we got the car at Ann & Denny's and drove over to Harold's (Aunt CB’s brother).We then had lunch at an Italian restaurant on Main St (Used to be the Fire House) and then drove back to Rochester
Dad


Waterloo High School Band

Rochester Chapter of SAR--Jim and girls are marching somewhere in the crowd!




Saturday, May 2, 2015

Bryant Taylor’s College Years By Evelyn Taylor



Bryant Calkins Taylor was Aunt CB's first cousin. He was born in 1922 and was son of Floyd and Goldie Taylor, Floyd being twin to our Lloyd.


Floyd and his father, Bryant Waller Taylor in back
Sons Rexford and Bryant in front



His wife Evelyn tells of his many jobs during college:

In 1939 Bryant was the recipient of a New York State Scholarship to Albany State Teachers’ College, so there was no tuition to pay, but he had to work to cover board and room expenses.  His parents sent him $1.00 a week allowance, and his mother did his laundry (no Laundromats yet).  He mailed it home in a special plastic box for that purpose, and his mother returned it, washed and ironed.

 He had a job as a Page in the State Legislature at $30.00 per week for about 10 hours of work.  He delivered messages for the Republican legislator for whom he worked.  To get this job he was recommended by local Republican politicians of Le Roy who had interviewed him.  This was a fantastic job for those times!


Bryant, 1941


 Along with this job, he worked at a restaurant near campus called The Bull (probably named for the Boulevard where it was located).  He was a short-order cook and waiter. He said that he often filled the wrong order for sundaes and ended up being forced to eat the hot fudge sundae with pecans.

 At one time he had a job at a sorority house (”nice work if you can get it”), taking care of the coal furnace.  This furnace burned pea coal, which was a very small size.  One Saturday night Bryant really loaded the furnace to make the fire last the weekend.  The result was a fire in the chimney    and    a lost job!  However, before this incident, the girls taught him to dance.  I am forever grateful to them, for he was a superb dancer as I have said many times in my writings.

 Another food job was as a school cafeteria worker—getting there early and peeling bags and bags of potatoes.  This was preparation for KP duty in the army, although he did not know that at the time.

Bryant was a member of the national fraternity Kappa Delta Rho,Gamma chapter, but never lived in the fraternity house.  When I met him, he had a room in the basement of a brownstone house for students on Washington Avenue.  The landlord lived next door.  Actually, when I first went to Albany, no one was in the building except Bryant.  To me, it was a spooky place to live.

The ceiling was real low because of all the heating pipes; lighting was not bright; there were no windows; and there were many creaky sounds.  He had a small one-burner hot plate.  Working at the cafeteria and restaurant helped his food budget.  Although, even with those perks, he told of eating ketchup sandwiches.  But he gloried in his independence and once again he took care of a furnace and got his room at a reduced rate.

In the last term of his junior year, World War II raised its ugly head and disrupted his and many college students’ lives.  Bryant left Albany to go to Alfred University in Alfred, NY to take a 2-month radio course to better equip him for the army.  In June he finished the course and the following fall enlisted in the Signal Corps Reserves.  He continued with a radio/teletype course at the University of Rochester until being called up for active duty in June, 1943.


Bryant and his future wife, Evelyn at a U of R dance


     This is over sixty seven years after the events, and remembered by the second party as told to me or observed.  Details, I hope, are fairly accurate and valid.


Thursday, April 16, 2015

Congratulations to Mallory and Josh!



On March 7th, 2015, Mallory Anne Alberts (daughter of James Alberts and Judy Taylor Alberts) married Joshua Anfinson on the beach at Siesta Key, Florida.

Judy and Mallory


Mallory and Jimmy

Judy tells us: “The newlyweds are doing great.  Mallory and Josh Anfinson will be going to Europe in June for their honeymoon!”

How romantic—to be married on the beach as you walk barefoot in the sand with the setting sun behind you.
Judy, Josh, Mallory, Jimmy

Congratulations to Mallory and Josh!