Saturday. November 28, 2015.
Visiting the Mannion Homestead for Thanksgiving. This morning I hopped in the car and took a tour of the old hometown. Found little has changed but some of the changes there have been are interesting. The Lutheran church is now St Paul’s Indian Orthodox Church. Another formerly mainstream Protestant church---I forget the denomination---is now the home of the Chinese Bible Fellowship Church. The Schenectady Church of Christ is still the Schenectady Church of Christ, which seems kind of boring and stuck in the past of it.
Wound up down by the Mohawk River, as you can see. My first high school girlfriend lived out there. Route I followed this morning was the route I used to take on my bike to her house. That still happen? Guys riding their bikes to their girlfriend’s house? I think it was old-fashioned and a little too 1930s All-American of me even back then. I hadn’t been out that way in a long, long time, and I hesitated about pointing the car in that direction. Thought I might run into too many old and best-forgotten memories. There was nothing terrible about that period of my life. In fact, those were good times. It’s just that I was seventeen and it’s embarrassing to remember just how seventeen I was. But it turned out I was greeted by nothing but the pleasantest memories. Like the time that Christmas our whole gang went caroling through her neighborhood. There was snow but it had been a warm day and the melt off hadn’t re-frozen. The streets and sidewalks were dotted with deep puddles. I wasn’t wearing boots. I didn’t care. I was on top of the world. She’d put her arm through mine and we weren’t even officially dating yet!
Cold and damp this morning, and they’re ready for winter out there. Snow is predicted.