Hello
Welcome to 1969
For boys growing up in 1969 and away from home at summer camp during the most momentous week of the century, not knowing how to act presented unexpected hurdles, pitfalls and chances for redemption.
It is said a man’s treasure is where his heart is. For Caswell Street and his bunk-mates, this was doubly true. The setting is in the mountains of upstate New York. You will experience the Apollo-11 mission, moon landing and recovery through the eyes of ten year old boys. Were we ever that young?
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Violet Winsor's Gallery-#2
Camp Hoka Hey Express...
Hello
Welcome TO 1967
How old were you when you ventured out alone, thinking only of what lay ahead, ignoring all left behind? What is your first recollection of running with a posse; trespassing when forewarned of danger? Did you know the possibility of violating an unwritten rule; how old were you when held accountable? When did you first process information received from mass media and form an opinion of your very own? When did you first dance? Who was your first love and why? When did you discover life is sacred, as is service and at times suffering, sorrow and even silence? Who placed boundaries on your behavior and why? When did you first consider the needs of another before caring for personal comfort? When did you first recognize your place in the world, and maybe, just possibly you aren’t as alone as you once thought; belonging to Something or Someone bigger than yourself?
For Cazz and his friends these “firsts” are in progress and experienced at a variety of levels and intensities. The year is 1967 and the grade is third in a school in high mountains of New York. The location is remote but not so far as to obscure reader’s view of mountain life, ‘the way it may have been.’
Abanakee Junction Reading, 'Riting and Recollections, a school year in a nine year old, New York mountain boy's life.
Violet Winsor's Photo Gallery #2
Freedom IS NOT Free
Caswell Street is a sixty-something year old curmudgeon living in the Wilds Of New York (WONY). Married for forty-plus years, this retired veteran and part time door stop is frequently shooed away from being underfoot by his better half Penelope (pronounced Pen-Uh-Lope). During these increasingly impromptu interludes, the Curmudgeon and his bulldog Chauncey mount a 1974 International Harvester pickup truck and see or taste the best our Empire State has to offer, stopping along the way at Brook’s Chicken House, Orbaker’s, or even the Timberline Café. When he is of a mind, updates are posted on his blog, Curmudgeon’s Notepad: www.caswellstreet.com. Stop by, take a look around and when you are done, Get Off His Lawn!