Chautauqua-County

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White House 2 Lakefront by Linda DiDomizio

Seasoned Wood

We have been working all morning to get this firewood cut and split. Orders have been coming in all day. We are happy for that. Just want to make sure that the residents of Chautauqua County get enough wood to stay warm this winter. We will continue to cut and split. Taylor Tree Service has a lot of seasoned wood. Hurry and order! 716-736-3963

treefrogie84  asked:

Can anyone point me towards a map? I... like having my reading anchored to geography. And it's bothering me how to cut off access to KC without having to take (at a minimum) the western third of Missouri with it. And even then, the military is going to have to do a lot of patrolling... that part of the state (or at least north of I-70) is riddled with county roads and below.

Well, so we all know of course there’s a Chautauqua County in the southeast corner of Kansas, and presumably either Ben Edlund/someone misspelled it, in the sides for the 5x04 episode, or Edlund wanted it to be a slightly nonexistent place…and you clearly know this too. Click here for a bigger size!

Then, we also know there are various cities in the IRL Chautauqua, but none of them of course are gonna be called Ichabod, etc. Again click here for larger:

BUT SO in an attempt to be more helpful, we gotta hivemind this one: somewhere we remember reading a (detailed, of course; it’s Seperis) explanation about roads and town names and suchlike—can any patrol units report back on this?

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Brilliant, resilient Buffalo, New York

Within a week comes a second Canadian article on the joys of visiting Buffalo. While last week’s Chatelaine article focused more on or nearby Elmwood Ave. Kelley Scarsbrook of Canada.com expanded her visit to many locations Western New York including Niagara Falls and Chautauqua. Other locations Scarsbrook visited included Five Points Bakery, Tappo Restaurant, Hotel Lafayette as well as usual tourist destinations such as Albright Knox Art Gallery, the Anchor Bar, and the Maid of the Mist. Scarsbrook comments:

“Much to my delight, Buffalo is rich in history and celebrates its roots through its preservation of some of the most monumental architecture I have ever seen…. From the history buff, to the artist to the adventurer, to the foodie; Buffalo is an eclectic kind of city that offers so much for every type of traveler – including experiences that won’t soon be forgotten.”

This was my favorite place in the world when I was a little girl. Everything’s still there, the cottage, the dock, the point, the boat launch, and my childhood friend’s house. I think. It was a nice house though, so it must still be there. 

When I was little, the roads were still dirt. I remember how much I hated when they paved it because the pavement was so hot. I minded the rocks less.

The roof we had was tin and the rain sounded so beautiful on it, and I had wonderful dreams there. I always felt safe. 

There were bats living in the roof. I never minded, in fact as a child I didn’t care one bit about the “dangers” they posed. They added to the magic for me. 

There’s even a childhood dog buried next to the chimney in the old cottage.

There used to be two big trees that I loved, a willow tree and a tree that held a swing. I doubt the swing is still there. 

I want to raise my children in a place like this. You know… without the bats. Not in my roof, anyway. They’re welcome in the sky.

We used to have bonfires, too. I loved bonfires. I used to call them bombfires, because that’s what made sense when I was a kid. I used to visit my friend’s bonfires, too. They were pretty social. 

There was a boy down the creek I liked a lot, too. I forgot his name. He was a few years older than me, and once squashed a spider’s nest on my dad’s boat. We used to sit in it at the dock a lot. Good times.

The cottage was fairly small, but we played outside so much that I never minded. There was a TV, but I rarely watched it. We didn’t have cable. We had a rotary phone. 

Everything was dusty, and the cottage smelled dusty. We didn’t live there all the time. Everything was old. Our vacuum cleaner was old. Once, my dad shocked himself on it. The thing looked pretty cool, though. Like it was from the sixties at the latest. I don’t remember if it worked, but it probably didn’t. 

The living room, at the front of the house, was short and wide. The walls were lined with empty liquor bottles. There was a couch, an old but color TV, a stereo I remember being able to play my cassettes on. I remember playing something from a Happy Meal. They gave out cassettes in Happy Meals once.

In the room past the livingroom, there was the room I slept in. It had a bar-like area, where you could sit on barstools and look into the livingroom. I used to like to sit there and color, and spin on the barstools. My mother never liked that, but she never liked much.

My bed was a daybed. When I was very small, one of my older brother’s slept in that room too. 

Off this room to the right was my parent’s room. It had one of those doors that had a hinge in the middle and at the side, so it sort of slid open in a way that conserved space. 

Beyond my room was the kitchen. The running water in this house was well-water, so we had to bring drinking water when we came here. We had an oval folding kitchen table, and I’ve more or less forgotten what the chairs were like. I remember the sink was to the left from entering the kitchen, and there were cabinets. On the left one above the sink was a bag of t-bones for Annie or Maggie at varying points. Not actual steaks of course, but the soft-treats. I remember them well. 

On the right of the kitchen was the fridge, and the washing machine that we had to move across the kitchen and attach to the sink to use. Across from the fridge was the cabinet with the brooms, mops, and extra life-jackets. On the back wall was a window to the back porch.

To the right of the kitchen was the entrance to the back room of the cottage. This room, upon entering, featured the door to the back porch on the left and the bathroom to the right. There was always an ancient electric space-heater in this room. This room contained a large bed belonging to my eldest brother, while he still lived with us. I have a memory of him lying on the bed with a girl’s name and number written on his forearm in sharpie. He was a cool-kid. Ten years older than me. I worshiped him when I was little. Such a teenager. 

The bathroom was small. From entering the room, the shower was on the right, the toilet on the left, the sink straight ahead. It was a long narrow room. 

The back porch was awesome. From entering the back porch from this back room, there was a porch swing on your right. A beautiful Amish-made porch swing I believe. I loved sitting on the porch swing. 

To the left from entering the porch from the back room, there were tables and chairs that the rest of my family normally sat around. There was an old chair that my dogs have always loved. A round pleather chair from the seventies that was perfect for a dog to curl up in. I’ve forgotten what those chairs are called.

The entire porch was covered in screen. The screendoor from the porch was off course off a step. Beyond this, our firepit, the dock, my dad’s boat. To the left from exiting the porch, the tree with the swing in it.

My dad had a yellow raincoat, and my mom had yellow rainboots. I have a memory of putting those on, along with my leopard print rain hat, and swinging in the rain. I liked my matching rain outfit. It made me feel like a character in a book. 

I remember the long dirt driveway, and the neighbor who called me “Red,” and the other neighbor who was elderly and who I believe passed away. He had a trailer. He was one of the nicest people who ever lived, and his grandkids had a small dog named Taz who liked to chase cars. 

I also remember borrowing my neighbor’s paddle boat from time to time with my brother, and I remember how my brothers used to pick me up by my hands and feet and threaten to throw me in the creek. It sounds scary, but only a little. They’re fond memories, though I don’t remember if they ever let go. Probably. 

We had to give it up when I was nine. Everything. We couldn’t afford it anymore because they raised the rent. It used to be dirt cheap. 

My dad even looked for a job in the area so we could keep it, but there aren’t many jobs down there. That’s why living there is so inexpensive.

A Wrong Turn in the Right Direction

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As I was out running errands this morning, I managed to take a wrong turn onto a road I discovered I had never driven.  I decided to keep going, figuring I would eventually end up somewhere I recognized.  The road took me through a very rural part of Chautauqua County, past a number of very picturesque Amish farms, and eventually into a very quiet wooded area.  As I was about to turn around, I saw a sign for a park that I had never been to, so I decided to check it out.  I followed the sign onto a small, winding, wooded road.  As I came around the last bend, this is the scene that I came upon.  This panoramic view across Lake Erie literally took my breath away!  I wish the camera could do it justice, but it was actually so much more spectacular than the photo.  Maybe on a beautiful sunny day I will return and try to capture the beauty.  Not sure it is possible.

If I had not followed what I thought was a wrong turn, I would not have stumbled upon this beautiful park.  Sometimes following what we percieve to be a wrong or different path can lead us to the most beautiful, memorable, spontaneous adventures!

Photo: Luensman Overlook Park, Chautauqua County, NY   June 29, 2011   Karen Glosser