I have a couple of broken keys on my old Underwood, so Coke says that she will type my letter for me but keep it short, as she wants to go jogging.
The skating on Crandall Park Pond story reminds me of the days when Dan Reardon would have the fire departments open the hydrants and flood the school playgrounds and us kids would have a place to skate, play red rover, burn the trees after Christmas and, of course, play hockey. On weekends, we would skate on the road, yes on the road, to Crandall Park where Dan had the baseball diamond flooded. If we wanted to get warm, we would go inside the old clubhouse where Jim made sure everything was in great shape. The hill next to the clubhouse was a place for the young ones to slide down. If you were fortunate enough to have a pair of skis, you could tie to your boots or even a couple of wine barrow slats that you could make a sled out of. Then you could go to Glens Falls Country Club to go up and down the hill.
Good memories never fade. Thanks, Applehead.
Kenneth R. Williams, South Glens Falls