My Great Western Auto Tour
Wednesday, May 15: The Farm
Page last updated May 28, 2002.
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"Oh, the dear old farm, I can see it as it stands One of my top priorities when the rain stopped was to mow the lawn at the farm. I swung through Ellicottville to get some gas for the mower. This was our old house at 5 West Washington street, phone number 2541. The L where Dad had his offices and workshops were destroyed in a fire not too long after we left town in 1963. The swimming pool has been filled in for years and years, too.
The Little Brown House on our property. Mom and Dad rented it out a couple of times. For a short time, it was a police station. Then it was a craft shop. The sign over the front door is a relic from that era.
This was Mr. Laidlaw's house next door. I think Dad still has his collection of murder stories from the county.
The Fitzpatricks' house across the street.
Looking up Washington Street toward Fish Hill and Murder Hill. I think the house right at the end of the street was where Mrs. Weeks lived, and to the left was Marge's house. Marge's son, Bill, sold Mom and Dad his bike for one of my birthdays. He painted it blue and gold for me. I later repainted it red and white. The last time I saw it, the parts were hanging in the barn at the farm. I think they all got stolen.
The courthouse is where I used to attend Boy Scouts. It used to have a tennis court next to it where we played all the time. In the winter, the town flooded the court and it became an ice-skating rink. In summer, there would be dances and carnivals there.
The grass at the farm was tall, thick, and wet. It was hard to get through it at the back of the house.
The fish in the middle of the picture is bigger than all the rest.
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