This would be the time of year that the creeks and ponds back in the 50's would be our Disneyland. Catching frogs, pollywog etc. We would climb trees to examine large bird nests for baby crows and squirrels. George Vine knew how to catch muskrats and taught me well except he never told me that they will bite if cornered.
The old Marcotte farm was the biggest Disneyland attraction of all. Wild life roamed at large. Richard and Stevie Warenchuk and I would become big game hunters and sneak out our little 22 rifles hoping to bag a big one. No such luck and we would sneak back across the golf course with the rifle down our pant leg. I guess the golfers thought we were crippled as we walked with a big a limp.
The woods across the street from our house on Devonshire was another great attraction. We spent hours exploring and each spot in that forest had a name.
My mother was quite a cook and would prepare all sorts of food to be frozen. One of our favorites was the cherry pie. I think Richard W. and I would make this our lunch at least once a week and my mother never let on that she was missing some of her frozen pies.
These are just some of the memories that this little town burned into my memory.
These are the things that shaped our lives and made us what we are today. You be the judge...