Photoblog from the annual tour of East Otto, New York, and thereabouts.
Marshall and Marjorie get ready to go for a boat ride on the pond in East Otto, circa 1962.
Nick, Maddy, and Marshall went for a hike to the sculpture park this afternoon. For some reason, Nick decided to go for a swim in one of the sculpture park ponds, and Maddy followed him in.
We have a blue heron that likes to hang out at the pond. He is easily spooked; we often frighten him when driving up and down the driveway, and he swoops over the car and into the trees.
It was finally cool enough for a fire. Nick and Maddy cooked marshmallows in the fireplace in East Otto.
On Sunday we went to Taste of Ellicottville, the Aspen of the east. All of the fine dining establishments in Ellicottville bring their best small bites out to eat on the sidewalk. Here, Maddy and Marshall are enjoying rice pudding from Gatson's Chocolates and gumbo from Balloon's.
Dad got stuck in the small bedroom right next to his parents. His sister, who got everything she wanted, got a huge room at the back of the house where she could throw parties all night long without her parents even knowing, until the police arrived and woke up the parents. She would then blame dad, who got in trouble while the sister got more candy and an increase in her allowance.
While in Buffalo, we visited Delaware Park, which was designed by Frederick Law Olmsted (the landscape architect who also designed Central Park in New York). The Albright-Knox Gallery, an excellent modern art museum, is located at the end of the park.
On Saturday, we took a walk with Barb and Skip through a park in Tonawanda that runs along the Niagara River, just above the falls. The falls are straight ahead; to the right, the river meets the Erie Canal.
On the outskirts of Leolyn Woods, where Inspiration Stump is located, the spiritualists in Lily Dale have made a pet cemetary. Spiritualists do not believe in death, only that the spirit of the being has "moved on" to another place. Not sure what that means for Fluffy.
Inspiration stump is the place in Lily Dale where the mediums stood when giving public readings. No one can stand on it anymore, because it is so unstable. Marshall is trying to receive some good vibrations from the stump.
All of the land in Lily Dale is owned by the Assembly. To purchase a house, you must become a member of a recognized spiritualist church. Mediums in Lily Dale post sheets on their front porches; visitors who wish to have a reading can sign up for $30-60 for a half hour.
On Friday, we took a daytrip to Lily Dale, a town occupied by spritualists. Founded over 125 years ago, Lily Dale sponsors a rich and varied summer program of workshops and events for mediums, healers, and other "free thinkers." The daily schedule of events includes a message service, which we attended, at which local and visiting mediums "walk into the vibrations" of guests and give them news from loved ones who have "passed over."
On the Sculpture Park road, on the way to Springville, a grave marker sits in the woods about 30 feet back from the road. There are no houses for at least a quarter mile in either direction. Yet, someone, mysteriously, mows the grass leading to and around the grave site. We affectionately call this place the witch's grave. In fact, it is the resting place for Lewis Disch, 1794-1882, his wife Salome, 1798-1862, and their daughter Sophia, 1833-1909.
I made berry-rhubarb jam this afternoon. Nick was an enthusiastic sampler. Check out the recipe on my foodie blog.