TUG OF WAR 

A childhood memory: As a youngster at Brant Lake Camp, the climax of each summer was color war. There were two teams, the Greens and the Grays. Each new camper was chosen to be on one of the teams. In fact, although I am now in my 70s, if I meet a camp alumnus my…

PLAY BALL!

    Well, it’s that time of year again–––time for fly balls, hot dogs and, in our unstable world, reaching safety at home base. This weekend the crowds will surge into East Field to watch the Glens Falls Dragons engage in mortal combat with the Albany Dutchmen. Those who have not yet purchased a ticket…

THE CLOCK DOCTOR

  Last week I shared a story about a grandfather clock in our house at Brant Lake. Many old-timers also have these wonderful antique clocks and I wondered how the grandfather clock received its name. At its inception, in 1670, this type of clock was known as a longcase clock and, until the early 20th…

WHEN TIME STOPPED

  An antique grandfather clock, also known as a longcase clock, hugs one corner of our living room at Brant Lake. Some of these clocks with eight movements required winding once a week. 30-hour clocks were wound every day. I don’t know who last wound this clock but of this I am certain: the pendulum…

THE ASPLUNDH MAN: ON THE ART OF TREE PRUNING

  At first, I didn’t see the Asplundh Man. I heard him. A rumble of massive wheels, rubber crushing gravel, brakes grinding to a halt. A secret button on the dash inside the cab sent a white and orange cherry picker into a perpendicular arch. On top of the cherry picker the Asplundh Man rose…

COWS

  In last week’s blog I alluded to my obsession with cows and I promised to write on this topic at a later date. My original intention was to wait until summer, which is the appropriate cow season, but because of a myriad of requests from cow aficionados I feel pressured to address this topic…

EZRA THE CORN MAN

  I met Ezra when I was driving past his home on the river road. In a meadow an old cow lazily chewed its cud. Incidentally, I have always been fascinated by cows and I will explain this obsession in a later blog. For the moment, please put the image of Ezra’s cow to one…