June 12, 2018, Plattsburgh-
My maternal grandmother, Estella Myers Kusch, was born here, in 1892 and passed on in 1960, in Stoneham, MA. It’s been a long-standing desire of my siblings and me, to spend time in this area. Last night, and this morning, I got the chance.
Sunday brought me back to Auberge Bishop, which now takes its place among the places where I feel a special measure of love. These places exist in every part of the world I’ve visited and are sure to grow in number. As another friend pointed out, the opposite is also true. Yes, every place has its shadows, as well as its light. I was, however, enormously comforted by my young friends at Bishop, forming a cordon of love around me on Sunday.
Monday came and went, nicely. I had no problem getting cleared by theU.S. Consulate to leave Canada. The auto glass replacement took mu h of the day, but it, too, got done. I fetched my bags from Auberge Bishop, then navigated my way to TC-15 and the border. By 8 p.m., I arrived here, my Grama’s hometown.
Grama was an anchoring presence in my first decade of life. She watched my sister and me, when our parents went shopping on Saturday morning, always warning us to behave, lest Mom get “terry”-her term for being angry. I loved going up to her house, about a mile from our duplex, from which we moved when I was four. In fact, the first time I caught a hair brush to my backside, was when I walked up there alone. I was three. I can only imagine my Mom, crying and trembling, even as she tended to my punishment.
I saw several people around Plattsburgh, who resemble my Grama, my maternal Uncle Jim and few others in the Myers-Kusch family.
The town itself is a most picturesque place, with a compelling story, especially relative to the War of 1812.
I will have photos of Plattsburgh, nearby Ausable Chasm, and all the places before and after, when I get my new laptop and The 2018 Road series resumes.
She became seriously ill, when I was eight years old and I didn’t see her anymore after that.
I’m sorry you didn’t have more time with your grandmother, Gary. She sounds lovely. Hugs.
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Thank you, Teagan. She was a lovely soul.
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ngentot mom …usually posts some pretty interesting stuff like this. If you are new to this site…
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Sounds like a wonderful walk down memory lane! It is always nice to be able to touch places that have touched us…
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Plattsburgh was always this mysterious place, beyond the pale. I find it a lovely area and Lake Champlain has tides, just like the Big Boys.
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