Stan Yeamans
On my honeymoon with my first wife, we stayed at the Nevele Hotel in the Catskills, in December, 1947. This was the place to go. We drove up on the Quick Way – which was Route 17. Even though there was snow all over, the roads were clear. The snow was deep and to my amazement, we could walk on top of it without sinking in. I took my wife on a sled for the first time in her life. I was used to belly-whopping – where you go running, fall onto the sled while it’s already moving and careen down a hill, the steeper the better. With her I went down a gentle slope; I remember that we passed by the kitchen. She loved the ride!
Friday, February 6, 2009
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