OUR JINX: We’ve finally found the responsible party in terms of
our “wonderful” winter weather.
Terry McGuire writes again from his new home in Denver, Colo.:
“I wanted to write and say that I am sorry for jinxing you. It
seems like my comment about your mild weather may have been a
little premature. Hang in there – spring is coming.”
Adding insult to injury, he writes, “Gas in Denver $1.99 a
gallon.”
THAT’S US!: “Urbanites have long escaped city straitjackets for
the soul-satisfying serenity of small-town rural retreats. But as
more travelers discover these getaways, tranquillity gives way to
traffic and crowds. Here’s six places that keep the peace.”
Yep, we’re on the list.
Town and Country magazine’s article on American Hamlets lists
Bradford, Pa., and reports: “A hugely productive Zippo lighter
factory put this northwestern Pennsylvania town of about 8,500 on
the map, so be sure to visit the fascinating Zippo/Case Museum. For
a restful contrast, check into the Relaix & Chateaux resort
Glendorn – a magnificent country house set amid 1,280 acres of
woodlands – where superb meals complement lush accommodations.”
Included was a photo of Glendorn and one of its “welcoming
fireplaces.”
ROUTE 219: Harold Pier adds to our recent discussion about the
construction of a paved Route 219 through this region:
“My grandfather, Harry Eshbaugh, lived at Winterbrook on the
road from Mount Jewett to Kushequa at the time Route 219 was being
built. They could look across the Kinzua Creek Valley toward Guffey
to watch the construction going on.
“You probably couldn’t do that now because of the trees, but at
that time everything had been lumbered off. Grampa couldn’t get
over the foolishness of building a road out there in the woods that
‘didn’t go anywhere.’
“When I was in college I worked on Bernard Schloppy’s crew that
had charge of the section of road near Tally Ho. I can remember
when 219 from Lantz Corners to Johnsonburg was all dirt road.”
THE BRIDGE: And a comment, too, today on the Seneca Junction
bridge: Mike Singer of Emporium writes, “I, too, remember the
bridge at the junction. I crossed it many times in the late ’60s
and early ’70s while riding motorcycles. This was really a treat.
Always felt so good getting to the other side without dumping
it.”
