Several years ago, two friends from Richfield, Tiger Goodale and Rudy Marriot, came up the drive with what they thought was a good story for me to write. They had been in the Genesee, one of the local watering holes, when this guy came in and ...…
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Well over 40 years ago, my good friend Buddy Crist was diagnosed with what doctors thought was Lou Gehrig’s disease. Believing that he didn’t have much time left, he decided not to withdraw from an active life but to instead embrace everyone he knew by throwing a weekend mountain party up on his beloved Angel Hill outside the village of Schuyler Lake.…
Iron String Press Extends Subscription Drive Benefitting NFPs By DARLA M. YOUNGSOTSEGO COUNTY Since August, new subscribers to “The Freeman’s Journal” newspaper and to the AllOtsego.com website have had the opportunity to assist their choice of one of four area charitable organizations by donating $5.00 of the fee when they subscribe annually. Thanks to the favorable results of this special offer, parent company Iron String Press Inc. has extended its “Putting the Community Back Into the Newspaper” subscription drive through…
Life Sketches by Terry Berkson Father’s Day Remembrances: ‘A Sky View of Dad’ One spring morning, I deliberately made myself late for school so that Dad would have to drive me in his taxi. I knew the teacher would be angry and wouldn’t believe any of my usual excuses, resulting in detention during recess—but the ride was worth it. I ran down the back steps and over to the garage. In order to get the stick out of the hasp…
Life Sketches by Terry Berkson On the Bug Bus to San Antonio In 1965, the army shipped me to San Antonio, Texas for medical training. Upon completion I had the title of Preventive Medicine Specialist. This might sound impressive but, actually, “Right shoulder butterfly nets,” was a frequent order given by Sergeant Goodwine, who was marching us out to Camp Bullas to catch “sidewinders,” scorpions, black widows, wasps, tarantulas and more. Among the many diseases we learned about was malaria…
Life Sketches by Terry Berkson Retired Poultry FarmerRecalls ‘Roger’s Colossus’in Face of Avian Flu Epidemic Recently, Roger and Diane Vaughn—who operated the only small commercial poultry farm situated along the Route 20 corridor between Albany and Syracuse—retired. Theirs was one of about 15 remaining egg-laying operations in the state. At one time, there were 15 small farms like theirs within a 15-mile radius. Then, the average setup consisted of about 300,000 birds, which made the Vaughns’ flock of poultry look…
Life Sketches by Terry Berkson Made in the Shade: There’s More Than One Way to Curb a Rooster I once had this beautiful tropical fish that was mutilating and eating up the rest of the fish in the tank. It looked like he would have to be flushed down the drain, but before doing so, I tried threading a piece of dental floss through his tail with a sewing needle to create a drag that would slow him down when…
Life Sketches by Terry Berkson Heart of the House: Uncle Harry’s Gift of Conversion a Godsend In 1932, my Uncle Harry graduated from New York’s City College with a degree in aeronautical engineering. For more than a year he tried to get a job in that field but, likely due to the Great Depression, he was unsuccessful. So, he turned to the heating business where thousands of homes and industrial buildings were converting to oil to take the place of…
Life Sketches by Terry Berkson Ringing in the New Year: From Aunt Edna to Richfield Springs I used to keep my Aunt Edna company on New Year’s Eve because her husband, Dave, always drove a taxi on that night. He’d sacrifice being home with his wife because in New York City the tips would be especially good and he would make a lot of needed money. My aunt would tune the television to Guy Lombardo (I secretly called him Guy…
Life Sketches by Terry Berkson The Ritz Crossing In late November of 1965 my dad, in his yellow taxi cab, ferried me and my duffle bag down to the Brooklyn Army Terminal where I would board the USS Darby bound for Bremerhaven, Germany. Several other soldiers who had also gone to Preventive Medicine School were among the 1,400 troops that were about to cross the Atlantic. The water was calm for the first few days but, in spite of the…
